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A last glance was afforded her worksheet before their teacher came around to collect it, wondering idly if perhaps she should have put a little more thought into her answers before turning it in. No matter now. Really, she wasn't sure what else she could have added.

Lips pursed, Yaya uncurled her feet from beneath her so she could turn in her desk, leaning across the gap so she could catch a hold of Braum's arm, giving him a gentle tug. Pulling him a little closer so she could rest her cheek against his bicep. "Why so grumpy?" Her tone was perfectly mild, the impish little gleam in her up turned eyes was not. She knew damn well why he was grumpy.

Of course, he wasn't the only one less then pleased to be here. A look around the classroom showed a multiple of different expressions ranging anywhere from mild amusement to straight up horror. So far Hadiyya felt the trip out was well worth her time, she was quite enjoying watching everyone's reactions to the subject matter.

Israfel sighed before his head feel to the desk with a very loud 'thunk'. "Shehk. I blame you. You and Nuk. If you guys didn't go all...'skull facey akshuns' none of this would have happened." The words were hissed towards the girl who he rather respected overall. Israfel twitched though as he felt his pant leg move a bit. Part of him wanted to think it was normal, but another part was guessing it was probably one of Cricket's many pets. Bird like or not, be didn't like the idea of spitting glowpedes on his clothes. Or bug in general. The fact that the health teacher was so fond of them made him nervous.
"Skull face on skull face akshuns...I bet he rigged the votes too." Israfel totally thought Nuk rigged the votes. Because it was Nuk. And it was the man. Israfel didn't like the man.

Almost as much as he didn't like the idea that a glowpede might be crawling on his pant leg. Cue a shiver and a ruffle of feathers.

Her attention was all for the Raum as she leaned against him, a small hand stroking idly at the soft plumage of his closest wing. They weren't terribly close yet, but Yaya didn't really believe in personal boundaries, and Braum seemed perfectly willing to let her hang all over him. Besides, he was soft. There was also the shared delight in observing those around them. "I do know." She laughed softly, muffling the sound against his sleeve before turning liquid eyes on the students seated behind them. "But how can you not find amusement in their discomfort?"

It wasn't so much that the marid adored discord and sorrow, though those were on her list. She found all emotional reactions amusing, for her own were so very subdued. Anything beyond pleasant was far too taxing to bother with, so the water jinn was damn near always in an agreeable mood. Jack save you if you actually manage to piss her off though. It was rumored a few rogue gnomes had run afoul of the girl's temper and were found pelted black and blue at the bottom of the lake..

A voice caught her attention, or rather two, drawing her gaze from an undead with what appeared to be backward .. everything, to a pricolici and a siren. Dark brows arching in intrigue at the other girl's comment. Now just who was she talking about?

Her paper taken and safe from Her treacherous and incredibly annoying reach, Junko was able to finally look around at the rest of the class with curiosity. Who else was here? She hadn't been given a chance to see before! Though she didn't see them having much time to socialize, right? There was only one way to make babies! And...so they'd all give the same answers! ...Right? Nevertheless, Junko was elated to see she recognized not just one or two people but several other students, clapping her hands with delight and sitting up straighter. This was fantastic! She didn't have to suffer alone! Even Sin and Chuppi and--oh...oh Jack no...that ghoul was here as well. The strange one with the torn plushies and the mess of a room and...greeeeat. Junko scooted her chair a little in the direction opposite of her, trying not to let the sight of her ruin her day. She was crazy even by Halloween standards! But Junko was pleased to see that she recognized more people than she didn't, even if she didn't know them all that well.

She cast a glance toward the pair...couple...? Pair? Friends? Er...the...two students that seemed to be getting rather snuggly, blinking and watching them quietly. Well that was interesting! Was the class because of them? It had to be, why else would they be all cuddly? They were the only ones like that too! Though...Nuk had won in the student council election, and his whole campaign had been about making out with Shehk..maybe it was for them? But Nuk wasn't here! Most curious. Junko looked away from them, pausing when she spotted Aymet. Ugh..his wiiiings. Junko scooted closer to the undead and pouted, poking very, very gently at one of his wings. "I swear I'll fix them! I promise! Will you let me try again sometime?" She asked with a tiny huff, not at him but at herself.

Julian glanced up at the school nurse when she took his paper. It got his head up and he took the moment to look around at the other students. There were some faces he recognized, others he didn't know at all. But he took comfort in knowing some of his friends were there. Coralie and Morton were sitting not too far from him and Tahki was in this class, too. He got the feeling she was just as uncomfortable being in this class as he was and he had to wonder why she had decided to come. It didn't look like anyone was pushing her in, not like Sin had.

Speaking of the demoness, Julian glanced over at her and his shoulders slumped. How could she look so cool all the time? It was like nothing really phased her, not that he had noticed, of course. But then, he hadn't known her very long, either, and had in fact spent more time with Tahki and Cora and Morton than with Sin. She had looked at him funny when she thought he was a monster, and he remembered some of the other demon boils that lived near his family would call other demons monsters to pick on them. Was it wrong for him to be friends with Tahki and Morton? Would Sin and his fellow demons look down on him? He frowned in thought over this before deciding that he didn't care. He wasn't one to break rules or try to stand out, but he could still be invisible and had friends from other species. Tahki was too nice and Cora too fun and Morton too... Morton, to not want to be friends with them.

With a nervous smile, he waved at the reaper and gargoyle before turning to Sin.
"I'll be right back, I p-promise I'm not leaving," he said and stood, walking over to Tahki's desk to ask if she wanted to come sit with him and Sin, not knowing if she had any other friends in the class. If she wanted to sit by some other friends, that was fine, too, he wouldn't mind. He just figured that if she didn't, it'd be nice to offer.

Tearing his eyes away from Miss Belladona, Braum's gaze whipped almost predatorily towards the the mumblings and objection to him and Yaya being so close. What, did these idiots think that just TOUCHING someone affectionately could lead to babies? What kind of capitol morons WERE they? But still, he felt some kind of pity for the siren. No avian should be that stupid, or perhaps the right word was naive. Braum had also seen this pretty little bird around here and there, though he hadn't spoken to him much, if at all. He was a siren. A monster. Not something that Braum usually associated with, but he supposed his father might forgive this one indiscretion, since the boy DID have wings. Standing up quietly, sliding Yaya's arm down his so she would either let go, or follow him, he walked calmly over the few steps to Israfel and Shehk. Leaning in probably far more than what was considered appropriate between boys, he grinned wickedly. His usually deep voice became somehow lower as he talked in hushed tones, attempting to be a little more reserved and discreet than the siren had been, and mostly for the siren's benefit. He seemed incredibly uncomfortable talking about children or the opposite gender. Sometimes Braum wasn't always a total b*****d.

"Why don't you fly on home to mommy and daddy, little fledgling? Surely they'll be able to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. Things with wings tend to lay EGGS, you misinformed little hatchling, and for eggs to be made, I'd have to be shagging a girl whom is nothing more than a dear friend on that desk, IN PUBLIC. And that would simply be a little too gauche for my tastes, no matter how much I'm sure you're DYING to watch a few exhibitionists go at it and show you the proper.......technique," he whispered conspiratorially, pulling back with a sarcastic grin. If he'd been related to any cat at all, he'd surely be purring, beside himself with pleasure. Giving a polite nod to Shehk for the sake of her being a......lady, he supposed no matter what her death certificate said, he should employ his gentlemanly manners.

With that, he gave the rest of the people in the room watching him and Yaya a cautioning glare, and sat protectively back by her. He could defend himself, that much was true. But Yaya didn't deserve to have her name dragged through the mud like that. She wasn't THAT KIND of girl. Some species were simply more affectionate than others. Looking down at the marid with mild warmth in his eyes, her curled a wing around to frame her. It was true she looked lovely among all that black, but she STILL wasn't quite his type. He wanted something feistier. Something he could CHASE and be done with at his leisure.

"Forgive my absence, dear one," he apologized softly, so only she could hear. He didn't apologize to many people, if anyone really, so it was a rare event in itself that he'd even thought to do so.

The Siren's requests were met with nothing more then a cool glance and a curious twitch of dark brows. Benign smile fading into something quite a bit more neutral as she regarded his concerns. Frankly she wouldn't have given much thought beyond wondering what it was she was doing that needed stopping(Petting Braum's wing?), but the Raum in question was getting to his feet, and she would either have to let him go or follow him. She let him go, dark finger tips trailing down the length of his sleeve as he moved away from her to talk with the worried siren.

Left to her own thoughts, Yaya turned her attention on the pile of pumpkins in the corner. They were only pumpkins, useful in smashing or harvesting lovely seeds from, but there were no babbies in there. Sniffing, The marid turned back to her fellow demon, watching him speak in hushed tones to Isrfel. Or Rather, watching the other bird's face for his reaction to Braum's words.

She'd been right, this class had been worth attending. So many delicious things happening all at once. The somber jinn was nearly beside herself.

When the raum returned to she afforded the mumbling duo a quick flick of ocean blue eyes before returning her attention to those lovely black feathers. Wing spread protectively around her, she could feel the soft brush of silken plumage from shoulder to shoulder. It sparked a gentle grin that grew brighter at the hushed whisper of apology.

"No need, my dear Nevermore." She'd gotten to watch the play of emotions on the Siren's face, it was worth the brief parting. Laying a hand once more on his arm, she curled fingers loosely around the crook of his elbow, liquid eyes settling on the ill spoken zombie with a rather unfriendly look. "How very rude." Her voice was like the calm before the ocean rose up and sucked you under. She kept further comment to herself, instead turning a meaningful look up to the proud Raum, whispering for his ears alone. "Why does food persist in speaking as if their opinion matters?" Not her food mind, but she knew other's that enjoyed a bit of carrion now and then.