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Tears of relief sprung to Emily's eyes. Shehk was so nice! Shehk was the best! Shehk was t-oh bones! "Shehk! Are you alright?!" Emily tried to get up off of her friend, but as she pulled her hands up from the floor, the good on the floor pulled them right back down.

"Just....just one moment and I'll..." gritting her teeth, Emily tried again with all her might. Heave! She got pretty far this time, but the the goo refused to give. She tried leaning a bit to the side. Heave! And was snapped back, only this time something stopped one of her hands from reaching the floor. Something...something soft?

It took a moment for Emily to realize what it was.

"Oh! Oh Brimstone! I am so sorry-I didn't-ohoogieIamsosorryShehk!" She was Emily Device: Delinquent and Serial Molester.

The witch pulled her hand away, but Shehk's shirt started to follow.

"So sorry! Sorry!"

to cut or not to cut, Valentino was starting to wonder if removing his nose would be worth it. This wasn't what hell would have smelled like, it was what hell's version of hell would smell like. Fortunately, Valentino always carried a pair of gloves on him. Pulling them out he was relived to find that they were his rubber ones. The linen gloves would have been in tears at the thought of having to touch this mess, his rubber ones, on the other hand, were enthusiastic. They wanted to clean, get dirty, and then giggle in their own filth, like animals. Valentino quickly decided that his gloves were going to enjoy their work far more than he was. At least the chemical cleaners were very robust. He had never seen such a glowing collection of industrial strength solvents, they smelled heavenly, he could feel his braincells slowly dying with each sniff.

"What do you think is killing more braincells, the cleaning solutions or the goo?" Valentino mused to himself. However, such fun couldn't continue, it was unhealthy and a waste of time for him to be figuring it out now. and he didn't have a standard to test the results with. It was a pointless experiment at the moment, but he made a mental note to explore the possibilities later. Until then, to help dampen the smell, Valentino tore a bit of cloth off of his jacket, sprayed it with some of the lemony solution, and tied it around his face, covering his mouth and nose. Instantly the lemon scent overpowered the room's smell, it wasn't prefect, but it did the job.

Valentino was snapped out of in his inner monologue and self absorbed thoughts by the loud noises emanating from the two girls who were partaking in some sort of war with the filth. The problem was that the girls were losing. The reaper had found herself stuck to the, undead... dog girl... and both were about to go into some sort of panicked state of shock at any moment.

"would you two perhaps care for some assistance?" he asked the two struggling girls, "I have, on my person, a few extra pairs of gloves, as well as the ability to create improvised face masks that have the potential to alleviate the suffering caused by the room's odor."

edit: seeing that the girl had recently had her shirt ripped, "I also have a jacket"

Emily stared. Emily blushed. Emily was secretly impressed by both Shehk's vocabulary and her bust. The witch couldn't help but look down at her own, look back at her friend's, then back to her own. She frowned for a moment before remembering the situation at hand. Mainly that she had just revealed her fellow FEARleader's chest to all the world. Well, all the world inside the bathroom, that is. At least her hands were free now?

Starting, she repeated, "Sorry! Sosososo sorry, Shehk! Here um...." Hearing the boy in the labcoat's offer, the witch perked, but then remembered, "Ah um...thank you but..." she shuffled over to try and hide her friend a bit from view. "Um, could you maybe turn around? Please?"

The witch began hastily unbuttoning her shortcape.

This was the point where Valentino knew that Sally would berate him for not knowing anything about proper etiquette. It wasn't his fault that he viewed everything as slabs of meat. His world view had resulted in him treating his dinner and friends in a very similar manner. Valentino wondered briefly is livestock felt embarrassed about their clothing situation, maybe a were-cow could answer that question.

"ah yes, of course" Valentino turned around as the witch began to do whatever she was doing behind his back. He just hoped she wasn't preparing something to stab him with.

"Thank you," Emiy said firmly, feeling strangely calm now that she was on a mission. A mission to aid her treasured friend. Swiftly she settled the cape over Shehk's chest...and once again did a quick comparison with her own. As if that situation had changed in the last minute or so. A little flushed, the witch also took off her hat and tried to slip it under Shehk's head. There! She looked...well still miserable.

"It's okay Shehk! I will save you..." and how exactly would she do that, anyways? That grime was persistent and...and everywhere! She would have to...have to...

"I shall save you with cleaning!"

Focused now, she directed her attention back to the lab coat boy. "I would appreciate the use of those gloves, if you would? There's work to do here."

The witch was Serious Business now. Sadly the effect was slightly ruined by a large drop of ceiling gunk hitting her head. Apparently her classmates' efforts had knocked a few things loose.

"Gummmieeeeeeesssss." G was delighted at the prospect of getting the delicious treats, which was to be expected. Dropping onto all fours for a moment, he happily butted his head against Rain's shoulder for a quick nuzzle, his tail precariously swinging from side to side.

That was until the slap of something heavy hitting someone's palm was enough to make Gargantuan timidly peer behind him. Oh, Mr. Happy Elf was tied up again.... but these elves looked mean, and the monster tentatively drew himself closer to Rain. They weren't going to hit them, were they?

...Or were they still playing Step on a Gnome? He didn't know anymore, but unless someone told him to bull-charge down the intimidating mob of smaller creatures, G had no intention of getting close enough to get smacked on the nose.

As Thackery stared at the cards behind the plexiglass, he came to a very satisfying realization.

This had to be why all of the kitsune students weren't swarming the wishing well! What a relief. Surely they would all be in detention, awaiting him with dreamy sighs and grabbypaws. He might have to make them take numbers.

And he could take their skelephone numbers.

It took every bit of willpower to not run to the designated place for detention. Unfortunately, he didn't notice exactly what his destination was until it was way too late.

Wide violet eyes surveyed the scene. The chaos. The other students. The lack of kitsunes. The filth. He would probably get fleas.

"Oh Candlejack. This is not where I want to be." He felt very small. He stood on his tiptoes (as if that would somehow deter the nasty little bloodsuckers), tail between his legs, clammy hands clutching the key he wore around his neck. Thackery rarely looked more horrified than this.