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Ever since the minor disaster in Raven's spellcasting class, both Indigo and Citrine had learned to be a little more--erm--subdued inside. So maybe Mr. Coleman shouldn't have worried so much about what the pair might get up to. Or maybe he should have. Ooo, ambiguity.

Whatever the case, the door to the classoom creeeaaaked open not long after the class was due to start, and two purple antennae poked themselves around the doorframe. After a moment, the antennae were followed by their owner, Indigo, who peered around the room furtively. She then made a beeline for the nearest desk, rummaging around in her pockets and giggling to herself--that was, until she noticed the teacher at the front of the class.

"Oh! Hi Mr. Coleman!" she said brightly, waving two of her four hands in greeting. No sign of her dragon yet, unless one counted the sounds of claws scuffling on linoleum outside the door of the room.

The door creaked open again as Citrine made her entrance, picking her way delicately over to where her partner was and settling beside Indigo on the floor. Inexplicably, she had on a pair of Groucho Marx glasses, complete with nose and false moustache. She settled her gaze on the human at the front of the class, unblinking eyes narrowing a little as she puzzled through the words written on the board behind him. Hmm.

Indigo refrained from looking in her dragon's direction, biting her lower lip for a moment to keep from laughing aloud. She took all of her hands out of her pockets, settling them on the desk in front of her and struggling to compose herself. Questions? Did she have any questions? "Uhm--nope! ...Wait, is Citri the only copper dragon in D-Corp, or is there anybody else who's gonna be here?"

The dragon in question rumbled low in her throat, a noise of definite amusement. "Yesss," she seconded the motion. "Arrre t'erre o(th)errrs?"

Oho. So she'd have conspecifics running around at any time now, and they'd be younger--that was perfect! Citrine's tail thumped against the floor, broadcasting her pleasure at this situation. She didn't say anything, though; human words were still difficult for her mouth. She did, however, reach up to remove the glasses from her snout, producing a handkerchief from somewhere and polishing them officiously before replacing them on her nose.

"Oooh." Indigo kicked her feet, still keeping her eyes away from what Citrine was doing. "Sounds like fun! ...oh!" She put up a hand, then dropped it again. "...er. I guess I have another question--when will Citri be able to fly?"

As if it were a cue, Indigo burst into laughter seconds after Perilas did. She had to hide her face in all four hands for a moment as she trembled with giggles. At last, though, she caught her breath, wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, and sat up straight again.

Citrine merely looked smug.

"Ouu. I know she's been tryin gliding and stuff," Indi said, once she'd dispelled the last of the laughter. "I guess that makes sense, though. Uhm..." She reached up to scratch at her head with one of her uppers. "...nope, outta questions. Unless there's something else I should know?"

Citrine gave Peri the most dour look imaginable through her glasses. It was ruined, though, when she developed an itch around her left horn and had to tilt her head to one side to scratch at it, sending the glasses skewing off her muzzle. "...wrfh," was all she had to say to this, one eye closed as she scratched intently at the itchy spot.

Another stifled giggle from Indigo met this absurd sight. She caught herself more quickly this time, swallowing the laughter and shaking her head. "...Oh yeah? Good, then we c'n go everywhere together, even up trees!" She paused a moment, nearly put up a hand, then thumped it back down onto the desk. "--Do, uhm. Do copper dragons breathe fire? --Sorry, Citri."

A swish of the wyrmling's tail seemed to say "no harm, no foul" to that.

"Acid?" Indigo's eyes became positively huge. "That's so cool!"

By this time, Citrine had divested herself of the itch and straightened up to observe once more. The tip of her tail twitch-twitched at the mention of slowing gas; she'd probably known this all along, but being reminded of it never ceased to amuse her with the idea of future pranks. However... "That...all?" she inquired, shaping the human words carefully. "Is morrre?"

"Aww, c'mon, why're you in such a hurry?" Indigo asked. "It's not like we've got anythin else to do this afternoon...'cept homework..."

"We (c)an gooo," Citrine said abruptly, getting to her feet and wrapping her tail-tip around one leg of Indigo's chair. For her part, Indi blinked once.

"Uh, I don't think so Mr. Coleman but thanks so muchforallofyourh--OOP!" The words came out all in a rush as Citrine swept her tail away, knocking Indigo, the chair, and all arse-over-teakettle in a tremendous clatter. Ostentatiously, the wyrmling leaned over, picked up her partner's glasses, and placed them on her nose as well, before waving a wing at Perilas and sauntering for the door.

It took Indi a moment to recover herself, before realizing her glasses had disappeared. "Hey--uh, thanks Mr. Coleman--hey! Come back here!" she yelped, scrambling after her dragon.