Petro leaned over to whisper into Trisha's ear words of encouragement, and the very obvious suggestion to "Y' can try kickin' 'em?" he had pounded his fist on his and that seemed to make the dragon inside more cooperative.
With one hand wrapped in a towel that was quickly staining red, Ithi threw the last of her candy into the oven and slammed the door shut. "Fine, be a brat. I won't share any of the cookies with you, though, if this is how you act!" The threat seemed to work and now her oven was warming away at the perfect temperature. Of course it was. She sat down at her desk again, peeling away the towel to peer at the bite, giving a small hiss of pain as she did. "Well...I think the dragon won this fight."
In his defense, if the large demon had had a concept he was stepping on someone's tail, he'd have moved a lot faster. As it was, when the little furry creature beside him began to cry out, he'd only turned his head the bare minimum to keep an eye on both the yelling one and... well. As much of the room's occupants as he could. A few extra sparks of fire zipped from his bare arms, the only extra hint his body gave of how tense he really was. Someone yelling was not a good thing, after all.
What the little thing was actually saying--and doing--caused the sparks to simmer down though. Get off? Off of what? --oh.
His glowing eyes opened a sliver wider, brows raising a fraction of an inch. A rather large amount of facial movements for the balrog on a single moment. He'd of course lifted his boot when he realized he was the cause of the commotion. Such a loud noise from such a little creature (Tavi). Neithan frowned slightly. Sort of. The corners of his mouth ticked down a little. "Apologies. I didnae see them there." While his voice wasn't a growl, it did have a rumbled, accented edge to it. From lack of use, or natural tone, hard to say. The ticks increased as he noted the noisy thing was tearing up. "You dinna need tae cry on it. I hadn't stepped that hard, had I?"
It was of course easy to see a connection between the two as another boil (San) moved to comfort the one whose tails he accidentally stepped on. The glare and growl that was directed towards him however only made Neithan's eyes narrow, the flame above his head sparking a little more violently. He'd apologized. If this boil wanted to pick a fight with him over it, the balrog had no qualms taking this outside. He didn't move an inch, but did c**k his head towards the door as he met the other's fiery gaze.
Not that they had much chance to move things from there. A rather sprightly ghoul had returned, introducing the other two he'd disrupted to a skeletal student--one he sent a very brief, slightly furrowed brow glance to, upon realizing the boil was leaning away from him. Least he was pretty sure he'd done nothing to offend him as well. As it was, Neithan himself was more preoccupied with keeping his stare down with the other large boil, but to suddenly have his space intruded upon by the ghoul with what looked to be long ears... He had to break his gaze away to frown a bit more openly at how close she'd gotten. Realizing she was staring at the flame above his head though--her question made him give a snort--kept the fire from sputtering more than it already was. "No. Hurts me none." To prove his point, he lifted a hand above the desk, more fires zipping along the golden tattooed lines across his dark flesh before dissipating. "Wouldne say the same for you, though." A fair warning, he figured. And one he shared with the Rakshasa whom he shot another look. But the ghoul addressed him again briefly, and once again he pulled away from the glare to stare at her. She was... cheerful, he'd give her that.
Not that he had much of a chance to respond, as the living spookie was speaking again. If one could call a stony expression bored, well... that would be the balrog there. Though he did actually crack a small smile--the fire above his head was especially perky and bright--as Jubilee Joy was nearly set on fire. Really, the whole fire aspect of these particular ovens amused him. Immensely. To the point that when he finally had the chance to get to his own oven and toss a few candies inside... well. He only did so after tossing in a few sparks of his own. One might even say he was trying to play with the dragon within. While no massive fireball was thrown back out at him, the dragon within seemed willing to cooperate with the... candy. Some of which Neithan might have scorched a bit, to see if that's serve a more proper bribe. His mood was good enough for him to look back to those he'd sort of just spoken to whom were still nearby and give a small nod of greeting with, "I go by Neithan."
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ouo Rolls got~!
Cheekiebirdiee
TAVI HE REALLY IS SORRY. He just sucks at showing it.
Miidnight Melody
Despite his glaring Neith approves of you, San <3
kuumeii
So Mea's adorable fffffff
Syusaki
HI 8D TK Neith'd put away the fireball if he knew why you were going 'lolno' oops
He was simply ticked by Mea's antics, deciding here and now that he definitely liked her! "Yes new should! Oh I have a club you should check out!" Tavi beamed meaning to tell her about said club but instead trailed off into his joke about the teacher. Giggling he watched as Mea plucked up San's badge and manhandled him down to peer at it, the sight both amusing and a bit annoying, since he was the only one that could do that to San.
Pouting slightly as he watched them it was only when more teasing about the professor struck up that he was once again in a better mood. "Hehe delicious I bet! She smells r e a l l y goood ~ " It was hard for him to keep the giggles out of his reply and even as he did he gave a silly little rub over his belly to further stress how good she smelt. Tavi couldn't help but look a little startled by Mea's disappointment. Flicking his ears to his head he shook it viciously and put his hands up in a defensive gesture not wanting to have his new friend upset. "Of course of course ! Hey! I b e t that we can eat them after!" Maybe? Well at any rate he did know that they could totally bake them together, it would be fun with more hands after all!
When Mea left them to catch up with a friend he giggled and elbowed San teasingly, knowing the other was uncomfortable just by looking at him. "See school is fun!" His tone was sugary, eyes batting as he tried to get San back into a good mood. However his attempts to get the other happy were all but foiled when his tail erupted in a burning pain from the stomp at it. Yelling out he ended up stroking his tails and glaring watery at the other boil, a glare that demanded an apology. Though when the apology was given he just wanted to punch the bigger boil, fire or not. Hissing through clenched teeth and ignoring San at his shoulder he informed the redhead, "IM NOT GONNA CRY," then promptly stuck out his tongue.
Furrowing his brows he was just about to tell this boil what for when Mea returned and thankfully cooled him down. Blinking back his tears he sniffled and let his poor tails loose in favor of giving TK a wave. "Hi! I remember you!" He beamed merrily remember the boil from the undead booth at the house cup, said booth in which he won a very cute mini from. Opening mouthed he got but a squeak out before snapping it shut and gluing his attention to the professor as she began. As instructions were given he wiggled up onto his elbows in his seat, now fully forgetting how 'hurt' he was.
When Miss Jubilee's hair was singed and she flailed around Tavi had to slap hands over his mouth to smother a loud laughter that barreled out at the sight. Grinning eyes watched as the teacher quickly regained her composure and moved on. As the other students moved to collect their ovens Tavi fell in and picked up one before starting the process of heating his oven. With a toothy grin to San he scooped up some candy and started to feed the dragon in the oven, piece by piece with a growing smile.
Candy in hand he paused his feeding when hearing the fiend beside speaking. Turning slightly he regarded the other boil with a half smile and a roll of eyes, " ...hi...Neithan." Tavi tried to sound snooty but ended up giggling after his reply, thus giving himself away in that he didn't care about the previous offense now that he was distracted with the candy and dragon. Turning back to his oven he checked the temp and fist-pumped when it revealed the proper temp, "Yaay!.."
Sophie was excited for this class. She was getting better at baking spookies so this was the perfect time to test her skills. Her excitement was completely blown away, however, when the professor was set on fire by one of the ovens. A shudder rippled down her spine and she peeked at her own oven cautiously, giving a small wave to the dragon inside.
From as far a distance as she could manage, Sophie began tossing food to the dragon who gobbled it up. Unfortunately, she wasn't really paying attention to the thermometer so it got much too hot - forcing her to get close and press the reset button. She jumped back as soon as she did and prepared to try again.
She tossed more food at the dragon and this time, managed to get barely any of it in the dragon. However, the thermometer went up and Sophie put it down to the dragon being angry so she quickly pressed the button, reflexively jumped out of the way and then stood back to try again.
Finally, she managed to give the dragon the perfect amount of food and the temperature was set to 175. She took a seat at the end of the counter, as far away from the fire-breathing dragon as she possibly could. She had memories of being burnt - it took a long time for her eyebrows to grow back - and she didn't want to relive them anytime soon.
Vanya's eyes widened as the Professor was set on fire and she leaned away from her oven, making a face. The last thing she wanted was singed hair or eyebrows.. or burn scars.. Yeah, nope. She picked up a handful of food and tossed it at the dragon as quickly as possible. She was pleased to find she had managed to do it on the first try and she took a seat back at her counter, drumming her fingers on the top.
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idk if it counts for like.. per char or not so i'm gonna quote just in case..
The horseman flinched as the Professor was set on fire. He knew how much burns hurt - the callouses and scars on his hands and arms evidence of such. He eyed the oven with curiousity - sure that he would be able to figure it out seeing as he worked with ovens on a daily basis. However, it wasn't one he was used to and he fed the dragon too much, making the heat much too high.
He pressed the reset button and tried again, feeding a few handles of food to the dragon. The dragon gobbled them up in seconds and Eitri eyed the temperature, sighing and frowning as he realised he'd over-fed it again.
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