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Amrita had enjoyed the Battle of the Bands. Sure holding a Guitar with backwards hands was a little more than difficult, and sure they did lose in the first round, but the point was that she had fun. She had yet to be able to find (or even remember go to out and find) a guitar to keep practicing for next time, and so when she heard about Music Class she thought it would be a great way to be able to play with that instrument again.

So there she was, staring at the music stand and the sign up sheets, reaching out to sign her name, luckily avoiding being bitten by the stand moments later.

Whew!

Junko winced and watched as the music stand bit a few students, very glad she'd managed to get her name down without being bitten. But she was very glad to see she knew all the students so far, even if it was only by face or name and not actually knowing them just yet. She waved to Gabrian and Alcie as they arrived, clapping excitedly. "Alcie! Gabrian!" She called out happily to them, jumping soon after when she heard a yelp. What the--was that Christof's finger?! She stared wide-eyed at the finger bleeding and not attached to Christof's hand.

"Oh, Jack! Are you alright?" She put a hand over her mouth and frowned, wincing when she heard a music stand bite someone else nearby and looked to see who the latest victim was. "Yaya! Oh dear, are you okay? This thing is just biting anyone it ca--gah!" She jumped when yet another student cried out in pain, looking to Tahki now. Oh no!

"Wh...n-no! Don't cry! It'll be okay!" Junko frowned again, glaring at the music stand biting everyone. What a horrible stand!

Nursing the bit finger between pursed lips, the marid joined her best ghoulfriend along with the steadily growing cluster of familiar students. "Yes, I'm fine. It was just unexpected," she assured, checking to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, for the most part. A firm squeeze brought a hint of crimson to the surface of dark skin, but left alone it certainly wouldn't be enough to dot her own or anyone elses clothing, and that had been her primary concern with the bite.

Coming to a stop beside Junko, the demon draped her arm around the other ghoul's shoulders, holding her hand out so she could see the nibbled on finger. "See? It's already stopped bleeding." Even as she spoke she'd giving Junko's hands a concerned once over, but they appeared unharmed. Even still.. "It didn't get you, then?"

Junko had escaped the music stand unscathed, but not everyone was so lucky, and a few spots of crimson on the floor drew her attention up to Christof. "Oh dear." That looked painful. Then again, the patchwork was undead, and she wasn't entirely certain they registered pain the same as those among the living. She'd have to ask him some time. "Are you quite alright Sir Igor?"

Myr was aiming for a well rounded education, and since he actually liked music, this was the ideal class. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that thought so, and he grinned at the ones he recognized, before approaching the music stand that the sign up pages were sitting on.

It seemed almost to be grinning at him, but Myr ignored it, signing his name on the sheet. That proved to be a mistake. The music stand bit him, hard. "Oww!!" he yelped loudly, the music stand drawing blood. He cradled his hand away from the paper, not wanting to drip anymore blood on it, wrapping the bottom of his shirt around it.

Sneak peered out from under Myr's hat, scampering down his arm and nuzzling the wound. "I'll be okay," he reassured the ferret. "It's just my luck, anyways." The ferret nuzzled it again, and then scampered back up his hand, perching on his shoulders. Apparently he felt the need to keep an eye on things for a while.

He glanced around the room, and noticing Ren, moving over to the boy, and the friend he had with him. "Hey." he said, still keeping his hand wrapped. "Did either of you get bit by that Jack cursed piece of furniture?"

Christof wobbled when Yaya spoke to him, and despite the seemingly drastic wound he seemed unfazed. Perhaps if the dice of fate had rolled a bit higher he would have been missing more fingers, or even his whole hand, and so he felt he had come out of the predicament lightly. He generally TRIED to not fall apart, on principal, but with so many distractions around, like pretty ghouls for example, it was difficult not to. At the sight of the cut on her own finger, his eyes widened and he snatched the make-shift bandage Calder had offered him, offering it out to her with an anxious, tight-lipped whine. Her poor fingers! It better not leave a scar! Did she still have all of her fingers? He sighed with relief. Yes, just a little bit of blood.

Sharra sighed, not entirely sure what he was doing in this class. He knew, however, that unless he attained some practice, he was going to fail rather miserably in any singing attempts hereafter. Or at least, that was his general theory, and already he could tell that his darling djinn was planning on trying to lure him into some artsy club or another. Not that he minded terribly, Sharra was just generally against making a spectacle of himself...or at least the negative sort of spectacle. Moving to sign his name, he noticed that the page was stained, and thus was a touch wary. Upon scrawling, he then attempted to remove his fingers, and the stand rather merrily clamped down...already anticipating, he tensed, "Ow!" The sound more out of a reactionary instinct than real, physical pain. "I think maybe it has a thing for me..." He muttered, shaking the digits the thing had nibbled on. Ah grand.

Looking for his ghoul, he saw the dark-skinned lass currently engaged with Christof and another boil...and so ambled that way with a bit of a grin on his features. Even with the vicious accessories, this class couldn't be so bad if he had Yaya for a classmate, now could it?

The demon ghoul smiled, bumping her brow against the top of Junko's head as she rested against her shoulder. "Well that's good." At least the monster hadn't been nibbled on. Protective as Yaya was for her friend, she'd have felt bad had she gotten hurt. Noticing the way Junko was glancing towards Tahki, the water djinn took her arm back, letting the futakuchi-onna wander off to play nurse to the other ghoul.

And it would seem someone else was keen to play nurse as well, though there was something a little off about the current situation. Christof, one finger missing, was holding a bandage up to Yaya, who's finger had already ceased bleeding. "Now this seems a little backwards to me." Chuckling softly, She took the offered bandage, but not to wrap her own finger with. Instead she held it, and her free hand out to the Igor. "I appreciate the gesture, though you need this more then me, so how about I give you a hand?" She pointed towards his injured hand.

Calder had come to join them as well, and she turned a friendly smile up to him as he greeted her. "I did, but not as bad as Christof." That was sort of an understatement.

The arrival of her dearest nergal rather easily captured her attention and held it. First his voice, though she could barely hear his words, mumbled as they where. Then that easy grin he aimed at her as he approached. She of course smiled in return, a sly, knowing little curl of lips as she bent over the patchwork's hand. "I'm afraid the music stand is out of luck, considering you're already spoken for."