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Sepheran still stood in the back of the classroom a nice distance between him and the stand, but he didn't dare move a the moment for Liannan was still huffy about him yelling at her. Well if he gave her a few moments she'd calm down. For now he was on his own though. The basilisk was wondering if anyone really paid him much attention at all, until he heard a voice of a ghoul in front of him.

Sepheran opened his eyes seeing the blur that he registered as the one that belonged to the nice ghoul offering him something to close to a cloth. "Ah, many thanks," Sepheran replied reaching out to where he figured her hand was seeing a spot sticking out. His fingers touched the top of her hand before sliding down to touch the offered cloth. When his fingers touched the cloth he grabbed hold then pulled back to put it over his hand to keep of his blood from spilling anymore then it already had. "Not exactly my ideal start for my first class," he chuckled lightheartedly. Judging from another scream that rang out it seemed he wasn't the only one to get bitten.

"I'm Sepheran...mind if I ask what your name is?" Sepheran asked. Liannan seemed to lift her head at this hissing lightly before looking to Lizzy. Sepheran gave an inward sigh of relief, it seemed Liannan had calmed down in the time Sephy was chatting with the ghoul. "Oh an this here is Liannan," Sepheran added lifting his unbitten hand to gently lay on her small scaly head.

"Err, I'm not sure it does, necessarily, but- err, one moment please, Alwine,"

Barth ignored the fresh batch of rage now pointed in his direction as he put a slow but steady distance between his assistant and vice president.

"It was necessary," Barth said. "You shouldn't be punching people that are pointier than you. It's a good way to lose more digits."

Christof slumped at Barth's comment, although judging by the color of his face he was still fuming even if he refused to talk about it... at least while so many people were around. At the sight of the red-haired demon sprawled casually in his seat, the hunchback wobbled. That hair... was unmistakable, there were few redheads in the school and most of them were rather identifiable. He glanced up to the Sloth Demon, brows raised curiously. It seemed like they knew each other at least.

Resigned to spend the rest of the class keeping to himself, he pulled from Barth's grip to find a chair of his own next to the Wrath Demon, sighing as he set his backpack on his lap to hunt for spare parts.

"Mmm?" West looked down at the disgusting mess he had made of his lap. This morning, the crisp white jacket bunched there had been new. Now it looked like a tie-dyeing experiment gone horribly wrong, a cry-die, perhaps. He flexed his hand inside its cocoon of fabric, suppressing a wince as any scabbing that might have occurred within the last five minutes cracked open again. "M'fine." He stopped futzing with the chair he had succeeded in grabbing and gestured at it briefly, inviting whoever had a mind to to sit there.

"Who'hassa bigger... oh! The marid's b***h?" West chuckled and continued muttering to himself. "Thassaboutall'e'sgottha's'big jackin' pube'lookin'sonnava..." It wasn't that West didn't like Sharra. The nergal, like his ghoulfriend, was simply fun to make fun of. "What were y'gonna hittim about?" he asked. Apparently, the wrath demon hadn't yet grasped that Christof wasn't inclined to talk to just anybody.

Barth took the offered seat gratefully. On the whole, standing did not number among his favorite things to do (although its ranking was significantly higher than a lot of other activities, like walking or doing anything in particular).

"Dunno," Barth said, folding his arms on the chair back and resting in them. "Wasn't paying attention. I think he told Christof to bugger off, and he was less than keen on it." He hesitated, then said to Christof, "...You err, should probably know that Yaya's only after one thing. I mean, not that you mind. Since you apparently... anyway. I just thought it's fair to warn you."

Had Sharra heard the igor's whispered words to Barth, he would have rather disagreed, as honestly, he'd rather not have a brawl in the midst of Music class, though if it had been in defense of his claim on Yaya, then goodness, he'd certainly have stepped up to the plate. Eyes had gone wide as a rather large fist narrowly missed his face, and with a growl, he'd balled his claw into a rather formidable-looking bashing weapon, some of the spikes on his arm starting to clack as they elongated in mounting wrath. And then the sloth-demon rather expertly diffused the situation, which was a good thing too, as it seemed that yet another bit of volcanic activity had entered the classroom. At that volume, it could only be West.

Ah grand, the last thing he needed was the twosome teaming up...the igor and Mr. something-was-shoved-up-my-rear-as-an-infant-and-now-I'm-constantly-pissy...West was fun, in his own right, and for all that he knew the pink-topped demon had a grand time finding ways to demean him, it honestly was rather entertaining trying to give the fellow as good as he was giving Sharra. Now, enough of that train of thought, as there were other matters to attend to. He really would have to thank Barth for that later. "Jackdammit...one of these days..." He muttered, turning instead to the ghoul at his side and running his human hand down her arm. "Are you quite all right? He was rather manhandling you..." Even if it resulted in an all-out brawl, had Hadiyya been bruised or upset by this in any way, then he'd have to confront the igor, and somehow he'd a feeling that not too many people would be angry with him for it. He didn't, however, wish to get thrown out of school for it. Ah what a dilemma. Sighing at Calder's observation, he shook his head, "Exciting is one word for it, I guess..." Honestly, he was currently more inclined to like the kelpie as of now, despite the poor boil's sketchy reputation.

Barth's synopsis of the events made the hunchback slouch in his chair. Use people? He wouldn't mind being used, honestly. That's what he was there for wasn't it? He had use! Barth made it sound like she found him useless, which was even more depressing than the protective Nergal by her side that kept... touching her. He didn't even HAVE two proper hands. He wouldn't know what to do with her's. Frustrated now, he continued his rummaging for his emergency needle and thread.... only to find the small hole in the bottom of his home made backpack. Hell! How come he could sew flesh but fabric was always so cumbersome?

With a snort, he glanced around anxiously, hoping to spy Lizzy- she always had thread on her person, he had learned over Christmas, and that time she had threatened to strangle him with it in the hallway that one time... His ears burned as West's question permeated the air- can't he speak? Before Barth could answer, he shook his head frantically, but this time kept his scarf in place as he pointed to his mouth and then pointed to his stitches and left it at that. At the refusal of the toe, Christof felt a little disappointed he couldn't help his new acquaintance out, but he brought it back to his lap all the same. Well, it would get him through class anyway... if he could find some needle and thread.

By the sounds of it, the Wrath demon was definitely not fond of Miss Yaya, which confused him a little. Glancing from Barth to West again, brows furrowed, he tried to mull things over. Gingerly, he taped West's arm before subtly pointing across the room to the Water Djinn, eyes lighting up in the unspoken question.