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Sethrian glanced up right a** he finished his worksheet. "Yes," he agreed, having just caught what Kamil said. "I am willing to help Kasie write her answers if she needs it. We have already discussed this possibility."

"If it is alright with you, of course."

((Short post. And has there been a single class yet, where someone didn't randomly go to sleep? o.O; ))

Severin Novaire

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((Still having trouble with those two characters. o_O Oddly enough, you RP your most insensitive characters the best.))

Severin was getting a headache. Whatever. He did say they could help each other out. He managed to keep his friendly appearance in front of the kids. "Of course. However, when it's a test, I'll just have to have to bring in another teacher to help--" Severin paused as he tried to remember the name that they referred to the ghost--"--Kasie with her tests."

Perhaps he'll just have to assign the group project tomorrow if they ran out of time. This class may be more lively, but they were rather slow...

.:l ҞαsɨЗ ђαяρЗя l:.

”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." Though, she was rather hesitant about doing this because that would mean that she'd be voicing all of her incorrect answers. Plus, she was trying to be as independent as possible. Relying on her friends 24/7 wouldn't do at all.

"I'm completely willing to exchange speeches for essays any time!" That was an excellent idea simply because her typos wouldn't be put on display, and she inwardly cheered when the teacher accepted letting her have some help. Of course, now she had to work on this silly grammar handout. "...But, I still would like some help on this though." Kasie sheepishly grinned at Sethrian, aimlessly trying to grasp a hold of a pencil. "Putting my name on this paper would be a great start. Haha." Oh, no. Here comes the mistakes.

From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain



.:l sɳУɖЭЯ ȻѺɄʈɄЯЭ l:.

”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,

Oh, so he wasn't going to be in trouble? That was a relief, but it was still a shame that he couldn't return the smile back at this teacher. Collecting his assignment, Snyder retreated back to his seat in order to rush finishing it. Once he had finished, a rather dull lightbulb went off in his head when he started to pay attention to his classmates around him. Oh, there were many people from his last period weren't there? Didn't the blue one want a ballgown or something along those lines?.... Oh yes! He? did didn't he?

Hesitantly making his way over to the blue "manly" aspiring classmate, Snyder hoped that he didn't intrude too much. "Excuse me for interrupting, but I remember that you wished for a ballgown in our last class. Would you like to borrow mine?"

And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture

Sethrian was in the middle of writing Kasie's name in his usual meticulously neat handwriting, when he managed to overhear another...boy...approach Kamil and offer him a ballgown. Whereupon Sethrian nearly choked on his own saliva.

Oh God, no. No, no no. He could just imagine Kamil turning to him and saying something ludricrous like 'did you hear that? Now I can be manly!' and then Sethrian was going to have to headdesk himself into oblivion and find some way to stop the madness. Somehow.

He frowned. Wait. Why did he care so much? He didn't have a problem watching his friend humiliate himself. Oh. Wait. The ballgown thing was his fault, wasn't it? Drat. That meant he carried some of the responsibility. Dammit. Why couldn't he just explain that fae could get away with things normal people couldn't? Hell, half the Unseelie Court ran around wearing nothing at all...

((Sethrian and Veith should be in a group together. They will just......stare suspiciously at one another, the whole time. emotion_awesome ))

(( No prob! Now I can finally make Snyder go "I'm not a man. =_= " :] ))

.:l sɳУɖЭЯ ȻѺɄʈɄЯЭ l:.

”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,

This handshaking was completely foreign to Snyder, but this was supposed to be meant as a friendly gesture. After all, this boy? seemed to be all about socialising and expressions. With a slight upward twitch of the lips, Snyder had to return somewhat of a smile, but still, he had to make a correction. "I'm not a man, but I'll still be glad to wear one with you. If you want, I can make a ballgown for you when you're ready to wear it."

Snyder was still confused about this 'manliness' ordeal though. Wasn't that supposed to pertain to being a man? Then again, what was a man? The confusion only got worse as another girl? added on to it. "You're not the only one. I didn't know about that either. I simply assumed ballgowns were for formal occasions."

And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture

.:l ҞαsɨЗ ђαяρЗя l:.

”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come

Kasie couldn't tell what was worse; the fairy back in her first period or this completely random discussion about dresses. "Ummm......" She started, having no idea what to really say to that without ruining this enthusiastic conversation. It seemed impossible to break it to Kamil that ballgowns weren't manly because she was certain that Sethrian tried that tact. Hopefully, they could manage to save him from the embarrassment. "So... What happened to English?"

From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain

Juliet exits the class room as her classes were all messed up.

"I think I'd better check out my timetable and classes before I come to any class.."
{EXIT to the Girls Locker Room}

Severin Novaire

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Two pests and a headache. Severin let out a sigh since he didn't need to hide his true nature in front of these two. Not to mention his documents were scattered and Sylthfreiyn had to go and step on the papers. Severin wasn't sure if he was just oblivious or maybe Sylthreiyn really didn't like Severin.

"Alright. I'm coming. Just shut up already." Severin sighed. He had a feeling that Suzanne would be persistent about this. He might as well give up before his headache gets worse. He stood up. He'll clean up the papers later... maybe.