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Riley plucked the empty packet away from her tentacle, and dropped it in her lap. Her Cthulhu seized upon it, attempting to assess what it was and if it could eat it. Paper was edible, but not tasty. It spit the paper out with a nasty huff.

Shifting closer to Barth, she leaned over and looked through all the colors. Hmm. Different flavors. She hinted. Her claw reached out and poked one of the purple ones. I wonder what that one tastes like.

So subtle.

Mixing.. them? She murmured, in obvious awe. When he handed her the purple one, she managed to pluck an orange and red one out right from under his nose as well. Her eyes turned to crescents in a mischievous expression.

Well, if you insist. Plucking the tops off all three, she held her hand out and dropped the sugar into her palm. Using one of the now-empty paper sticks, she swirled the colors into a mix, and then separated them into lines. They'd be easier for her tentacles to deal with in this fashion.

Speaking of which, a tentacle had begun creeping up, sitting it's tip on her hand. As it ran across her palm, the sugar disappeared.

Oh, that's even better. You were right! She had all but finished, leaving one line remaining, when her Cthulhu slapped the bottom of her hand.

Sugar flew straight into her face, leaving her skin coated in multi-colored sugar. Her eyes turned, slit angrily as they glared down at her Cthulhu.

Cami raised his little hands in the air with a grin, as if to say 'Who, me?'

Gabrian's gaze was focused on the conflict taking place right in front of him, his hand still unconsciously moving over the mimic's head, "Yes well... I am afraid that-" he was cut off when Sheelah jumped off Alessa's shoulder and then kicked his floresce out of the way before initiating a stare down with the nergal lepus, "I was afraid that right there would happen, actually," he watched Davy flop to his side, making a slightly surprised sound; he'd apparently been caught entirely unaware by the 'attack'. It looked like it'd hurt him, but not nearly enough to keep him flopped on his side, and yet... for some odd reason, the floresce seemed to chose to remain to the side, his head on top of the desk, eyelid visibly twitching. Not even Rhys' poking seemed to elicit much of a response out of him aside from a soft, extremely confused whinny churrrrrr of a sound, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all - but now I'm confused. I though Sheelah didn't like him?"

He was momentarily distracted by Ren, whom motioned towards Natalia, and indeed, the nix's gaze followed the werelemur as she went to join a ghoul whom he did not recognize. He did make sure to offer the were a smile, when she looked their way, but was unable to comment on much of anything regarding that, seeing as how his words died in his throat when the gryphon snapped at him.

Now, despite the banter and mock fighting, Gabrian found he was loath to admit he... very much liked the gryphon boil. Most of their fighting was for show, and he knew well enough that the other boil was never serious, just like he knew Ren knew he wasn't being serious either. He'd never really heard Ren snap at anyone before; least of all at him, and as such, the demon blinked, mildly perplexed. For a boil as laid back as Ren was, that had been a rather violent response, but to his credit, the nix took no offense. In fact, when he looked at the gryphon he squinted his eyes slightly, almost as if trying to see through him. The look he was giving his friend clearly indicated he was going to swing by his room for a talk at some point in the near future, "No need to apologize, Ren. We all have our bad days."

Of course... as soon as those words were out of his mouth, he felt the mimic's teeth snap closed around his hand. Gabrian's reaction was immediate; he pushed his chair away from the table and jumped to his feet, "Ow GEEZ! Get it off!" rather than a cry of pain, there was a long drawn out hiss before the demon lifted his arm and made sure to put the mimic near his face; just barely enough to he could whisper harshly at it and yet far enough he was sure he could move away if it decided to attack him, "Let. Go," his voice had dropped down to a threatening whisper as he narrowed his eyes, "I swear. I will make your life a living hell if you do not let go or ever do that again. Believe me; I am most capable of it. Don't try my patience..." he knew the mimic could not understand what he was saying, but he hoped it would get the threat and understand the tone of his voice at the very least.

He turned to look at LW, extending his hand towards her, "Get it off," his voice was flat toned, and the way he swallowed seemed to indicate the fact it hurt like hell (oh Jack, he was going to have to disinfect this, wasn't he?). He was, however, displaying a rather impressive tolerance for pain in the process.

Meanwhile, Davy was still much too occupied watching the female lepuses and feeling hopelessly lost to help his owner. His gaze traveled from Julie, to Sheelah and then back again just as the nergal lepus sucker-punched the other female. Oh, this was not going to end up well at all! That attack finally got the Floresce to react, and he stood up on his belly, arching his long neck into the air; he was emitting some sort of shrill sound, almost as if he were either scare or trying to warn someone of what was going on. He might have been of more use if he hadn't felt so utterly confused. After all, he had no way to explain why on earth Sheelah would be doing any of this when she usually ignored him. Why would she care whom he interacted with when it had become painfully obvious he had no chance with her?

"I-I don't know. I didn't think she did either," Alessa said, growing increasingly nervous. She didn't like the look Sheelah was giving the other lepus...she had seen the first mate lepus be violent before, but she rarely had such a look of murderous intent. She didn't usually need it. "Sheelah, please, come back. Why don't you leave them-" And then Sheelah was quickly sucker punched.

Sheelah took the punch, but her trained muscles reacted, letting her stagger back tightly on her hind legs, her front paws coming down to meet the floor. Pain radiated from her jaw, but the sensation wasn't reflected in her eyes, which had narrowed further. And just as her body had coiled back to catch her from the blow, it had stored up momentum. She stayed in that position for a heartbeat, only long enough to lick a bit of blood from the bottom of her mouth, before she pushed off, flinging herself at Julie to give her a deft kick in the face. Not even taking a moment to pause, she reached out sharply, making an attempt to snatch at the nergal lepus's ears and keep her promise about ear ripping.

(( Got permission for the hit, didn't for the ear pulling, so made that an attempt xD ))

Chuppi really, really hoped that it wasn't too late for her to give this whole "teaching your minipet to do things" class a try. She'd heard about it from her friends, or rather she'd watched from her hiding spots around the school, so when it came time for her to give a try. . . well, she wanted to give it a try. She decided that using her oldest minipet, a beloved purple Fae Dragon named Blaise . Blaise had come with Chuppi willingly and even now rested atop the girl's head, his large size nearly swallowing her upper body whole. Oops.

"Come on Blaise, let's sit down and see what will happen, You can make new friends, right? Tu quieres amigos tambien, si?"

The Fae dragon didn't speak Spanish. Oops. At least he would be enjoying the small rodents that Chuppi had managed to stun and kill and bring with her. The more the merrier for everyone, right?

Sheelah had heard Vlad, how could she not, she had those huge sensitive ears, but she had initially paid him no mind. She was a quite, closed mouth lepus herself and from her experience one's "bark", so to speak, did not always equate with strength. So as far as she was concerned he could growl fiercely enough to cause minipets faint, she didn't care. So she went about pully rather nastily at Julie's ears until Vlad chose to separate them by force.

Once pinned, Sheelah didn't fight him. It might have been surprising, but Sheelah wasn't stupid. She respected strength and if the invisible dog had her well pinned, then that was well played. Despite the fact that she didn't struggle, she didn't look intimated either. She looked calmly back at, well, nothing, though she did feel his gaze. His lecturing-sounding growl did not impress her, nor did he frighten her.

Once she was let up she spat a bit of blood on the ground and it was hard to say if it was out of disrespect or actual need. She watched Vlad and Julie leave, though she did give Julie a cold look at her farewell to Davy. Once the two had gone back to the professor she turned her sharp, one-eyed gaze to Davy. It was a very penetrating look, but it didn't last long. She scoffed and walked passed him without a sound, heading back to Alessa to scooped her up before she had a chance to get back on her shoulder.

"Sheelah! Oh Jack, don't you ever do that again. Ever!" Alessa told her, trying to sound firm or even angry, but really her voice was too choked up for that. Her eye were watery and she seemed near tears, for more than one reason. One being her lepus was hurt and another being her lepus had hurt the professor's lepus. Immediately, clinging the grumpy Sheelah to her chest, she stuttered to the Professor, "I'm s-so sorry. I'm so so s-sorry."

He was . . . being ignored?! By all these clearly lesser creatures? Blaise was a proud Fae dragon, one of a noble coloring too that he had not seen on many of the creatures that flew about the halls, and thus he felt himself suprerior. Of course Chuppi wouldn't know about much of that yet the purple dragon dismounted her head quickly and spread his wings wide before making a loud bugle. He didn't care who heard him and turned to look, he just wanted the attention.

LESSER BEINGS! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!

Chuppi, on the other hand, wanted to melt into her chair.