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"Hello again, Alessa. ...Bartholomew Mudd," he added belatedly for the benefit of Jericho and anyone else who needed his name. To LW he said, "It's all this walking. Usually etiquette doesn't require so much moving around."

Not at his house, anyway.

The instructor was a demon, which made him...wary. He was definitely among the more relaxed members of his race. Avarice demons were more accustomed to behavioral extremes. Livi was a little down the table, anyway. He'd probably pass this class with flying colors.

Barth was hoping to muddle by without creating a stir.

"You survived, though. The hot springs, I mean," Barth said to Jericho, appraisingly. Colette had survived too. It wasn't his forte, but he planned on getting better at it in the near future.

Merope couldn't help but to snicker sympathetically to Gabrian upon hearing that he came back with one of the dreaded deer from the raid, reaching out to shake the offered hand. "I'm Merope, nice to formally meet you."

As Yaya spoke up, the undead nodded to her. "I'm in the same boat as Gabrian here. I don't remember, but I still had the bits of pink robot I wore in my natural form. I ended up squishing two gnomes on re-entry, and I think a couple more got squished when they tried to carry said robot pieces into my room." He still needed to get those pieces cleaned, too.

"Yeah," He chimed in to Holly, "Most of us were there." He couldn't think of anything else to add aside from pointing out that it was a lot of walking, and Gabe was fortunate to be able to walk around on two feet rather than four. Getting caught on things wasn't exactly enjoyable.

"Heya fuzzyarms Alessa," Merope greeted, waving to her before returning his attention to his backpack. Seriously, where was that -- aha! The boil wiggled his fin-ears as he pulled out a notebook and pen, carefully setting his backpack down between his bare feet. There! Now he was rea- wait. What? He stared as the demoness called their attention, freezing. Improve his self image? He quite liked how he looked. Did this mean he would have to fill in his fleshy bits?

His confusion turned into disappointment upon hearing that there were seating arrangements. He was hoping to rely on being able to peer at Aymet's paper throughout the course to make sure he was doing it right. Who was this Kasumi person? And -- wait. Wait. Aymet was across the table from him! Could he pop out his left eye and put it in upside-down in order to read his paper across the table? Maybe -- but the teacher seemed to be awfully close...

He vacated his seat (now a bit damp thanks to him) and moved to his new one, glancing down the table. The teacher was still a bit close for comfort (she didn't seem all too happy about something or other), but from his vantage point he had a good look at everyone. And everyone could get a good look at him! This alone tickled the undead boil purple, unaware of how disasterous this could be.

Kasumi introduced herself, earning a nod from the boil. "I'm Merope. Nice to meet you, Kasumi." He was about to ask her a question when Charlie threw a fuss, capturing his attention. Was he seriously making a break for it?! Merope watched in fascination as the boy almost made it to the door before being stopped and pulled to a seat. Huh. "So cloooose," he remarked, shaking his head sadly. Poor kid.

His smile grew a bit at LW's warm reception of him and he tilted his head thoughtfully before he answered. Would this class be interesting? Why yes, yes it would! To him, at least. But to others? "I think it'd be rather interesting, but I've been looking forward to a course such as this. To others such as yourself, it may not be. But I think it can be fun, if taken in the right perspective. This class is basically to teach us how to meet people no matter what the situation. That can't be all too bad, right?" In the end, that's what it boiled down to. Oh and some proper basics on how to behave and make sure you don't come off as uncouth. Never a bad thing, really.

Alessa spoke to him just as LW herself turned to speak to the one closest to her and he nodded. "That would make sense then. For me, this arranged seating placement is good, since I still don't know too many people as of yet. But it pleases me that we get to be in a class together. I had worried when we lost track of each other out there." He didn't truly elaborate but it wasn't hard to figure out what he meant either way. But as more people sat down, he noticed Gabrian was also in attendance and he shifted a bit to see him better.

"Ah! Always good to see you in good health, sir! Interested in this class, too?" Though, he realized as he glanced around a bit more while waiting a response, that he had seen some of these students before. At the Truth or Dare function not too long ago. Maybe this was his chance to start learning names and faces. Perfect. Though, he really couldn't help but to be surprised that Barth was there and his gaze flicked to his fellow avarice with curiosity. Not to be rude, but it didn't seem to be Barth's setting.

Not that he thought he couldn't do it! Not in the least. In fact, he was pleased by it. He just hoped he'd stay awake for it... that's all.

There had been a lot going on while the ghoul sat in a daze, the class settling into seats arranged by the teacher and proceeding to converse amongst themselves. (or across the table, whatever) Renaissance winked at her, and catching it a wee-bit too late she turned and gave the boil a wave and a returning wink. She hadn’t forgotten about her little girlfriend LW either, turning her head left and right until the were-wolf was in her sight. Calling out rather loudly, “Hey girl!” Waving her hand to her truth or dare partner in the same manner. Natalia had somewhat lost the luster for this particular course, especially when the premise was made clear to the students; but she was still glad to have familiar faces around. Granted the atmosphere was lovely, very much something she could get used to, but—well, there would not be hardly enough touching. Not the kind she enjoyed anyway.

Catching Calder’s greeting, the ghoul smiled and nodded her head. “Good evening Calder, I am Natalia. It is a pleasure.” Contrary to his memory, Natalia recognized the kelpie immediately. He had nice hair and was the one who wore the kilt. Looking to her left she saw another boil, of which she did know, giving Julian a nod of her head and a soft hello just as she had Calder. The group seemed to be on edge over something Natalia had, regrettably, missed, the simmering down of individuals giving the ghoul reason to believe it would probably pay off to actually pay attention.

She returned general greetings with special ones of her own, a bright and welcoming smile sent every which way a student sat, hand waves and winks offered to those she could vaguely recall seeing while kisses were blown to those who Natalia was sure she recognized…This would be interesting, propping herself up on her elbow before tussling her blue hair around a bit.

Seating arrangements...well that helped, she supposed. There was less wondering where to sit this way! All in all, she was happy with it...right up until she realized she was to sit between two Demons. Demons! Granted Livius was almost a near-constant demon in her life, but the other one? She didn't know him. Unknown-to-her demons were scary...with their full bodies and general demon-ness.

She had gotten very much accustomed to Livi's gentlemanly actions and so the being helped into her chair thing did not come as a big surprise to her at all; considering it was an etiquette class, she also didn't voice a complaint, though she really wanted to. It was the whole point of the class, why grumble about it?

Charlie was here, too? And being very, very loud. She wanted to get up and help him but alas, she was already trapped between a chair and the table...but someone else already grabbed him, so yay! It was still a miracle he managed to get into school...and, well, through life with all things considered. She gave him a little wave if he were to look in her direction. Christof received a similar wave when she noticed she was being gestured towards.

The little Vetala sat quietly at her seat, hands folded on her lap, and just gazed about the room. So many people she recognized! She wanted to call out, but she did know one mildly archaic etiquette lesson, one that a fellow Vetala scolded her about years ago: 'Don't speak unless spoken to'. She was probably wrong, but that's what this class was for!

Riley tore her gaze away from Holly when she heard the boil (Calder) beside her greet her. She almost returned the greeting, until she heard him turn to the kiss-fiend ghoul from truth or dare, and say the same thing. Then he turned again, and practically screamed the same words to the students across from them.

Oh. Was he a parrot ghost? That could get annoying. He didn't look a thing like a parrot, either. She waited until he was done repeating himself, waited yet another moment to see if he was going to ask for a cracker, and then held her hand out after Natalia had greeted him. I'm Riley.

Calder leaned back, but was happy to see a response. Natalia returned his greeting and said it was a PLEASURE meeting him. A pleasure! He was just that great! He was giddy at that, and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you too. Double pleasures. Triples even." He wanted to show he was really happy to meet her (he may have been a little nervous and then a little hyper as well). Anyone really. He didn't want to be stuck as the only person without a friend in his class. Then, Riley's voice entered his noggin and he turned back, smiling. "Wow. That's really amazing. Did you learn how to do that? Can I do that if I think hard enough?" He closed his eyes and thought back to her. Hi Riley. It's a triple pleasure to meet you.

He opened his eyes, smiling. "Did you get that?" Maybe he should have shouted in his head? Maybe he wasn't good enough at it yet. "I think I know you from the game we played. You had my kilt on your head. Remember?" He pointed to his kilt, the one he was wearing. "You didn't even stretch it at all." Good thing too, or else he would have been angry at her.

Then, thinking of something, he leaned his stomach on the table and waved further down the table. "Hey. You creatures there. Pssst. - Hi!" He said, and leaned back in his chair, looking back at the two girls as best he could manage. "It's so hard to talk to people when we're all in different directions. Can't we have a circle table? Wouldn't that be fun? Can't we be fancy without a table?" Like a sitting circle where they could sip tea off of saucers and set it on the ground. That seemed like a nice idea.