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"I'm Monku-" he began to say but then Strider was knocked down by some idiot who appeared to be late for something. he chuckled a bit at the sight of the taller boy being toppled so easily. "Now there's something to wake you up in the morning," he shrugged, raising an eyebrow at the runner.

Tropious would have said somthing more understandable than "glughhh uu...deans offblugh.." if his head hadent plumited into the concreet floor as fast as it did,but some things cant be helped. Realising that he was laying on a probibal student Tropious cesed controll of his spining mind and rolld off of the boy, he forced himself up and lost all sence of what he was doing it enourmas effort just to stay concious.


Tropious dident know it but he had suffered a major concushion.

Monkuta, back to his grumpy self again, looked between the two for a few seconds and said, "I think you're both idiots and should pay more attention to what else is happening when it seems like nothing is." He then became silent and continued down the hall towards the office, not waiting for either of them to say anything.

The boy stepped through the main entrance of the school idly, letting the door swing shut behind him before making his way into the school, the headphones for his iPod blasting out music into his ears. His long, sikly red hair was brushed behind his shoulders, his uncovered eye reflecting absent-minded annoyance. His face was pretty, and very feminine, as was his body. However, he was very much a boy, as the tight-fitting black tank-top he wore plainly showed. Very flat chested, so very much a boy, considering his age.

He sighed and glanced down at his music player to change the song. Who did his so-called parents think they were, booting him off to some crappy boarding school? He could learn anything he needed to about alchemy on his own, and they knew it. He'd be better off here, they'd fervently assured him. The school was started by the Elrics themselves. Pff... He didn't much care, to be honest. Fame didn't mean much. Plenty of famous people got there without actually doing anything. He was willing to bet that those brothers were just a couple of no-talent hacks who conned their way to the top. Finally choosing a song, he slipped his iPod back into his pocket and glanced up around the hallway. Oh well. Now that he was stuck here, he may as well find out where his room was. Now, he just needed to figure out how to get to the main office.

"The dean?" Strider frowned at the word. It sounded familiar, what was it? Oh yeah! The head guy at the school, right? Wait, he said he could get fired, that must mean he worked here. He frowned as the man tried to walk forward, he did not look too steady though.
"Hey, I think you should- Hey!"
The staff member fell over in front of him and Strider quickly lifted the body, bringing an arm over his shoulders, and pinning him close to give leverage. "Shoot, you ain't doin' so well, are ya? Crap."
He stood and lifted the man up slightly and tried to walk forward Where he felt the office was, remembering the sign. Man. why did Monku have to walk ahead?
"Hey, can someone help me here?" he called out as he trudged forward. He looked around and saw some brilliant head of red hair off a bit away, still near the entrance. "Hey, a little help here?"

Monkuta walked down the hall aimlessly, having half forgotten why he was here out of boredom. He heard Strider shout part of his name, which annoyed him, but then he was out of earshot and kept walking. The next time I switch schools, somebody better damn tell me about it...

"Sure, no problem." He responded absent-mindedly, looking ahead to where the boy had pointed. His expression quirked a little bit as he shifted the guy he was helping to support just slightly; he was heavier than he'd first thought. He continued to walk, keeping his eyes ahead. "So why exactly was he on the ground?"

((Ack, short, blockage >< ))