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It was definitely Student Council elections -- the school was abuzz with campaign slogans and promises they didn't intend to keep, the walls were wallpapered with posters, and you could not avoid stepping on all the pins and candy wrappers that littered the hallway floors. Yes, it was definitely that time of the semester again, and whether or not they wanted to be, the whole school had become engulfed in it, unable to escape the fury that was the candidates.

Well, most of the candidates.

Sitting behind a long desk he had clearly stolen from some place or another, Nukpana tilted his chair back a little more, standing it on its back too legs while his feet perched neatly on one corner of the desk, crossed at the ankle. With his arms folded snuggly across his chest and a disinterested look plastered firmly across his face, he didn't seem too perturbed by the lack of students coming over to his table, although his glowing gold eyes followed them as they made a rather wide arc to avoid him. He didn't look like he cared at all for the competition, really.

In all actuality, it was not for lack of interest in the campaign that Nuk was acting as such -- in fact, he had plenty of motivation. Shehk's ultimatum of "Make Student Council and I'll make out with you" was more than enough to get him interested and eager to win. Rather, the reason he was pretty much blowing off all the students that came by was a little more... pride-related. Aka, he was sulking. The fact was, he was kind of feeling a little self conscious about his booth. It was clearly not up to par with the other students, and while he had a reputation for being a snide, smart-a**-y, cruel, disinterested slacker-a*****e, behind all that, the skinwalker was actually secretly really pleased when he did something right. It just happened so infrequently that he pretended he didn't give a rat's a**.

So he didn't have a fancy booth. Big deal.

Making a disgruntled face, Nuk finally let his chair fall back to the tile with a rather loud clap, swinging his legs around and back to the ground so he could stand up behind the table, arms still folded loosely across his chest.

"Hey, come over here! I have... I don't know, stuff for you guys."

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Nuk's expression clearly lifted as Shehk approached the table, grinning broadly and obviously quite oblivious to the fact that Shehk was clearly very VERY angry. Straightening visibly, the skinwalker rolled his shoulders a little before leaning over the edge of the table, resting his forearms against it for support, his eyes settling on the pricolici as she stalked over.

"Ay bayba..."

He only got that far. His low voice trailed off as the sound of her hands slamming down onto his table cut off his greeting, the force bouncing the buttons around on the table. Immediately his expression shifted, going almost comically from a smirk to an extremely bewildered expression, one that shifted to mild annoyance and clear frustrated confusion as the shriek really hit him hard, his face twisting in a wince for only half a second. After that, the skinwalker was on his feet again, his voice rising to meet hers, more out of defense and surprise than anger.

"WHAT?! WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING, I AM RUNNING FOR BLOODY STUDENT COUNCIL! YOU SAID IF I GOT ON THE STUDENT COUNCIL, I COULD FINALLY GET TO FIRST BASE! SO THAT IS WHAT I AM DOING!"

Growling a little under his breath, he stared Shehk down for a few seconds before glancing away, using the students that had stopped to stare for a moment as an excuse.

"AND LOOK, YOU'RE SCARING AWAY MY VOTES >("

Oh hell. Hells bells. She was going to cry. He could see it in her eyes, the way she was looking at him with those silver eyes that made him want to write bad poetry, looking just a tinge glassy from the tears that were threatening to spill over. And suddenly, it was a whole new game. Sure, he was still on the defense, but not he felt guilty. Extremely guilty, in fact, so much so he wasn't exactly sure what to do -- he'd never exactly felt bad for any of the crappy things he'd done, and when he had he'd just shoved it to the back of his mind and secretly made it up to the little munchkin he'd felt guilty about shoving into a locker. But this... there was no avoiding this. It... she... was staring him in the face, clearly hurt beyond anything he would have ever done intensionally.

Hells jacking bells.

"Shehk... D-don't cry. Shehk... Shehk."

Coming around the table, he lifted his arms about half-way before pausing, as if he was making to wrap his arms around her, yet had thought better of it halfway through the motion. He had no idea if she'd welcome that sort of motion, all things considered. She was mad at him, and it would kinda majorly suck if she started crying just because he was the dumbest brick in the wall. Which at this point he was seriously considering himself to be. Lowering his arms again, the skinwalker ground his teeth a bit, angry not at her but clearly at himself and grabbed the poster from where it hung nearby on the wall, crumpling it up and tossing it away.

"It's no big deal, I'll take them down! I'll photocopy my pelt or something and put that up instead. Just don't cry, I feel like such an a** when you cry. That or punching the person that did it."

Standing there awkwardly, he finally gave in to his impulses and wrapped both arms around her shoulders, hoping the smell of smoke on his pelt -- a smell he was pretty sure she liked -- would make her feel better.

"'S not like I meant to do it wrong, I've never done this jacking campaigning stuff before..."

The skinwalker was clearly relieved by the response to his hug, feeling the pricolici relax marginally in his arms and feeling just that much better. But it was not until she started in with her sniffing that he knew he almost certainly in the clear, and he tilted his head down a bit to watch her with a little grin as she buried her face into his chest, trying to hide it when she started to pull away, clearly a little embarrassed for it. He couldn't say he didn't exactly understand, but he also couldn't help but grin anyway. It was one of the few moments he got any sort of affection from her, and what could he say? He liked it. It made his day.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Nuk nodded as she explained how it was awkward to be asked about it,

"If anyone asks, send 'em my way. I'll beat the snot outta them," he replied with a gruff tone, his eyebrows furrowing a bit to where his normal smirk was now almost a tad bit scary, as well as malicious. That was, of course, until he started thinking, upon which he glanced up and to the right, already starting to backpedal. "Unless they're... you know... friends or yours or some..."

Once again, his words were cut off, only this time it was not with a sound but a physical force that stopped them. That physical force being the feeling of her lips. Against his. Barely, and quickly, but it was there, and he'd felt it, and he immediately shut up, every muscle tensed as if a zap of lightning had shot through him.

"...thing."

He didn't even really register what she was saying after that, although somehow through the haze he finally put two and two together and figured out she was gonna take her leave, at this point probably the smartest thing to do, considering the little crowd that had gathered. Nuk, of course, either didn't notice or care about the crowd -- he was too busy staring straight ahead, his brain in obvious overload.

".... ok... see ya..."

Watching her leave for a few long seconds, Nuk turned almost zombie-like back towards the table, going to sit back down in the chair, staring straight ahead.

"...she kissed me. OWO"

Hearing a large BANG on a table, Raziel made his way to the front of the crowd to watch the happenings. He made it just in time to see the angry undead girl go from RAGE to sadface. As this transition occurred, the skinwalker boy who was behind the table walked out to the front, obviously perplexed by her emotions. As if almost in slow motion, he brought her into a hug and as she buried her face in his chest he whispered sweet words of nothing to her. She then quietly kissed him and left without another word, leaving him to think about the past few minutes. He stood there for a moment, in a daze before walking back to his seat behind the table.

Having just watched this glorious movie moment, Raziel was in a bit of a delirious state himself, so he grabbed a button off Nukpana's table and dashed out of the area to find Onibi. He couldn't let the feeling subside before he did.

Coralie had heard a lot of rumors flying around and well...there was of course that saying of "don't believe everything you hear". That didn't mean she couldn't file away every scrap of possibly false information for later...after all, some of it could prove to be true. And if it wasn't, it was at least entertaining. But these particular rumors about Nuk, who she had never met personally, were curious enough to warrant not only interest but a sort of investigation. So though she planned to visit all of the campaign booths (she had a thing for buttons), his was her first stop.

She hadn't come in time to see the little scene, though. All she saw was a very dazed boy in a pelt sitting as if he'd gotten slapped in the face with something wonderful. Seeing as he seemed to be confronted by a few other students at the moment, she took a peek at the posters and buttons instead. She had to quirk a brow at the one with Shehk's face on it. Well, it seemed at least some of the rumors were true. How about that.

"I can't nevah seen anythang more irresponsible in ma tire life!" Squawked Wilfred from her head.

Smiling and taking a button from the table she said to Nuk, though she imagined he wasn't listening, "Hey, at least you're honest. That's respectable, I suppose."