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Christof's face paled as West began to step towards the group he had just barely escaped, trying his hardest to hide (rather unsuccessfully) behind him. They just... needed a needle and thread that was all. In and out. But if that Nergal tried anything in front of him, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. He glanced over his shoulder at Barth, brows knit in a desperate unspoken 'what do I do??'

Breathing a delicate sigh of relief, the marid tightened her hold on the nergal's hand, fingers playing lightly over his knuckles as they made their way over to the chairs. Junko was of course invited along, and had Sharra not said something of the sorts, Yaya certainly would of. Frankly, she liked that the boil had thought to include her best friend, it made her smile. A dopey little curl of lips as the tickle of wings graced her insides briefly. Oh yes, the boy certainly did know how to djinn melt.

Once seated, Yaya would give Junko a little tug closer. "I'm alright, honest. He didn't hurt me, just held on a little too possessively. It was very odd, and I think perhaps Sharra may be right." Smile slipping a little, she let the monster ghoul's sleeve go so she should smooth palms over her thighs. Thankfully the blood from the patchwork had already dried, and her skirt remained flawless blue. "I'll have to talk to him, I think." If he had indeed developed some sort of feelings towards her she needed to know just how deeply they'd taken root, and she would unfortunately have to let him down, though gently. She certainly didn't want to hurt the boil.

Speaking of hurt. A twitch of vivid blues took in the needle and thread in Junko's hands. "It would be nice, I think, if you offered that to him. I think he may need it." Really, Yaya would be content if all her friends could simply get along. It would make things so much easier for the generally serene water djinn.

While she spoke with the futakuchi-onna her crimson stained hands had never left the comforting touch of boilfriend's. Mediterranian tipped nails tracing mindless swirls and loops along his palm and wrist. Comforting not just him, but herself as well. And she suspected they'd need it as a glance over Junko's shoulder showed West on his way over to them. Lips pursed, the djinn straightened in her seat. "Westus, how's your hand? You let out such a painful cry." She was baiting him, which was nothing new, but the source of it was lingering nerves from the near brawl that had nearly gone down.

If he hadn't already been monumentally pissed, this happy families s**t he was forced to bear witness to as he approached the stunned little group would have made him so. Daddy Sharra, Mommy Hadiyya, Baby Junko... even a pony. Gag.

How was his hand? How was his hand?! Really?!? West grinned at Yaya a bit wider than he probably should have and held up his injured appendage, slowly extending his blood-stained middle finger skyward. he drawled. Despite the fact that his wounds were still trickling blood, they no longer hurt or stung at all, which usually meant that the boil had silently switched over to running on anger-fueled adrenaline at some point. Maybe it was time to hope to Jack that Professor Blue would be teaching drumming this period.

West sighed disparagingly, dropping his arm back to his side and pinching his bloody jacket between it and his chest. His cleaner, decidedly less mangled hand shot out in Junko's direction, palm up, and he wiggled his fingers as if he expected her to give him something. "That. Christof'says y'got thread too. Heh. 'Christof says.'" He chuckled. "Right." Wiggle wiggle. "Givvit'n we'll go."

Christof hovered behind West, glowering again at the Nergal from behind the Wrath Demon's blood soaked coat before vanishing again shyly as Junko addressed him as though expecting a vengeful blow. When that didn't come, he tentatively resurfaced again, eyes locked on the needle and thread. SHE'D do it? He snorted. They didn't have time for a learning curve. He pointed to West's hand before reaching out for the needle and thread himself with his mis-digited hand which had thankfully stopped bleeding at least. He didn't want trouble, he just wanted to make some repairs.

"A giant blur? I guess that does sound quite inconvenient..." Lizzy frowned slightly with a nod, but perked up quickly as she gave Liannan another pat, bending over a little so that she was closer to her. Giving a smile, she giggled softly before musing out loud, "I'm glad you're here to help!"

She then straightened up as Sepheran moved on to talk about Christmas, her eyes widening a little as she nodded, "Ah! I was in the Gromble car! That might explain why we didn't meet." She chuckled, smiling sheepishly, "Its true that this school does use rather, uh, unorthodox teaching methods, but it works. I mean, I feel that I had gotten stronger since the Christmas raid... And I made a few friends as well! Friends I know I can count on in times of need."

She then paused before adding, her smile widening, "Besides, if you didn't decide to stay, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we? And I'm glad that we are!"

Calder sat down on the other side of Yaya, quickly welcoming Junko to his other side, and sat there. A quick glance across at Chris showed him squirming and NOT talking with Barth and Wes. Sadly, he did not see a demon ripping an Igor's head off. Pity. Back to the conversation, he turned over to look at Sharra and Yaya, who were quick to pick up that Chris had a little thing going for the ghoul. While he was all for crushes, he was a bit miffed at the Igor still and was, for that reason, not helping him. Instead, he just listened for a bit. "Seems Christof is already being talked to, and I warn you about taking to boils who has a lot of passion. Mess with little fires like that carefully. They can be both warm when it comes to love, and violent when it comes to hate, and Christof tends to go for aggression a lot of the time." Case in point, punching his friends and going for boilfriends in front of girls he liked. The boy had no idea how to impress a potential lover. In fact, if Chris was even a LITTLE bit smart, he would have asked HIM about impressing a ghoul. He was an expert on these things. IDIOT!

"Seeing as he nearly took your hand off, how about I talk to him first – after he cools down. Seeing him now just might repeat what just happened. Leave him alone, he holds on too tightly. Have Barth around, and that just adds a weird stranger in the mix. Have darling over there by your side when you talk to him…" Calder gestured at Sharra. "….and you have a fight on your hand." Really, boils. Dueling was all well and good, but they should have picked a nice place outside to buck and kick this thing out.

And the moment the thread and needle were spotted, West and Chris (looking much less intimidating now than the angry boil he showed just a few minutes ago taking swings at people), came by to get some sewing assistance. Calder narrowed his eyes on Chris, not buying the shy act, but his attention then darkened and shot up to a fleshy, raw hand dripping blood. He had lunch, but such a tenderized bit of meat sure was appealing. That little bit of flesh dangling off the boil's knuckle would have made a nice treat.

He shook his head and looked away over to Junko. Ghoul had some guts demanding she was the only one sewing. "Seems you either bleed out and suffer through class or let Junko here take care of you both." BOTH! Seeing as Chris needed to do something about his finger too.

"You're a Basilisk?" Lizzy sounded surprised, going quiet for a moment; losing an ability natural to your species would be like her not being able to spin spider silk... That just sounded terrible. Slowly, she nodded at Sepheran, "I can imagine so... I think its great that you overcame that though! The adventure we had at Christmas is proof! If it helps at all, I think you have killer eyes?" They almost matched Liannan's lovely shade of white.

"They are! Not all the teachers are bad though - one saved my car from a rampaging deer thing on our way to Christmas!" She grinned in return, blushing a little at his compliment as she dipped her head, "A-ah, think nothing of it. I'm glad I could help!"

The arrival of another student caused her to look up, her eyes landing on a white haired Reaper boil. She smiled, turning to look at Sepheran before turning back to look at the new student again, as if to ask if they knew each other. She giggled, "Well, I certainly have no objections! I'm Lizzy, by the way... And we should get a seat though... I have a feeling class is about to start!"

She waved Belladonna over, finding the witch oddly silent; she remembered her as much more bubbly! Once she was near enough, Lizzy would hold her hand and pull her close.

Tahki found her self inching closer to Amrita. Amrita seemed to be one of the only people in the class the gryphon felt one hundred percent comfortable around seeing as Julian was not in this class nor was Sammy. Tahki lifted her good hand and put it on the ghouls shoulder.

"Kinda busy in this class yeah?" She smiled at her friend.