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 "What sorta specific things?" Seems boring to ask, but she seems bored enough to answer.
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Well, I could do something silly, or I could actually try to care what she actually thinks. On one hand, I got a hankerin' for a cure to my boredom. On the other, my life is kiiiinda at stake here.
"So, what sorta specific things, Red?"
"What sorta interesting things?"
"What kind of entertaining things?"
She began to crack under my obviously intense interrogation methods. Her flat stare became not just a flat stare, but also vaguely wry! "Being questioned, apparently..."
Gave her a bit more than a vaguely wry semi-smile of my own. Which is to say I grinned like she handed over a hundred when being shaken down for lunch money. "What sort of questioning?"
Now she just rolled her eyes, laying down on her arms. "Stupid questioning."
"So stupid you can't help but laugh, I guess?" And, indeed, she did some rendition of a guffaw, though it came out more like a vague chuckle. Seriously, the girl was giving Patches a run for her money.
"Got a name?"
"You don't know it?"
She looked more than a little taken aback. "...Reimu. Just Reimu."
My grin got all the wider. "Mind if I call you by your given name, Just?"
Now she started laughing. While that was going on, another person entered the room with a click of the door. Looking that way, I found Flan, bearer of a hopefully tomato sauce smudge. Not that I wasn't used to that less desired red smudge, but never met someone that dined on the stuff.
She beamed a bit, waving. Sent a grin her way now, waving in return. Flan took her seat, but there was still plenty of time. Had to make a good impression with my entertainment, right? "Names Kirisame Marisa."
"Huh." Just gave a half shrug, replying, "Nice to meet you, Kirisame."
"Just Marisa's fine."
I gave a huff. "That's my schtick, y'know? Get your own, Just." She sent a brow up at me, but I just grinned it back down. Then she threw her eyes up in a roll instead, which got a chuckle out of me. "Still, my friend's here, so see ya 'round."
She let out a snort. "What am I, your entertainment?"
Was my turn to chuckle now. "Sure were!" That left her reeling! Well, or just blinking in surprise, more than a little taken aback. "What? Why else does someone slap your desk and greet ya?"
"Usually they want something, I guess?"
"What would anyone want with y-?"
A newcomer interrupted from behind me, "Will you two please be quiet?" Looking over my shoulder, I found the sword chick glaring at me with one eye, the other still closed. "I'm trying to meditate."
Let out a snort, though did relent. "Fine, fine. Don't gotta be all grumpy."
That single eye grew more than a bit confused as I turned to head for the front. Plopped my butt down by Flan, and greeted, "Mornin' Flan." And then, from the other side of the front row, I heard Blade let out a groan, as I was now all the closer.
Flan put on a real sweet smile, as if her morning routine involves dipping herself in sugar or somethin'. Smile had to be worth a fortune, honestly, as bright as it was; no way was it a fake. "Good morning, Marisa."
Let out a chuckle, asking, "Sleep well?"
She started blushing, no doubt due to the whole library thing. "Erm... ...y-yes! Very well..." The girl looked more than a bit embarrassed, and I had a fair idea as to why. Which I just mentioned, but still.
"So, when'd ya wake up?" Flan's blush just got worse. "Whole night, huh?" She just nodded, averting her gaze to the window. Gave her a few slaps on the back to cheer her up. "Hey, now. Buck up, y'hear? Didn't get in any trouble or anything, right?"
Flan giggled weakly, answering, "Well, no. I suppose I didn't."
"Nothin' to be bothered about, then!"
She was silent, but nodded, seeming to accept her terrible fate well enough.
After that point, plenty of students started the ol' last minute blitz. Was something I was used to, myself, in fact! Heck, Nitori, too, though it was mostly my fault. Heh... The things the teachers would say about me being a bad influence and such... good memories, those.
While I was busy with memory lane, the bell finally rang its last. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it only went off once. "Alright, class! Once more today we'll be practicing our human forms~" Teach gave the lot of us a nice ol' smile. The kind that'd wake you up in the middle of the night down the road. Real sexy, y'know? Could practically hear the boners smacking the bottoms of their respective desk. "The example today will be..." her eyes lit up like the cat that got the canary. "Unzan."
"What?" He looks more than a bit surprised. "I don't like the little shits, but I can fit in fine." Huh. Who'da thunk Unzan was so passionate about his looks? Well, or he's in my boat and doesn't want to bother as much as... inhumanly possible..
Red started wagging her finger all teacher-like. "Your form may look human, yes, but it hardly fits the region, Mr. Kumoi."
"The hell's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, for one, you have a very noticeable appearance."
"Your beard is at odds with your apparent nationality. It looks rather Western."
She put on that 'Ahah!' smirk, as if she just figured out who murdered the butler. "Also, children would demand to sit in your lap." That just left Unzan a bit surprised. "You look like Santa Claus, you see."
"The hell I do! Santa ain't bald or a red head." The room started snickering, which apparently was a bit past Unzan's limits, as he slammed his fist down on the desk, a crunchy cracking sound coming from the wooden surface. Got a wince out of me at the memory of the other day, though I was also a bit distracted by him calling himself a red head. Teacher? Sure, she's like a fire truck. Him? More like a cotton candy sheep. "You shits got something to say?" His words had that deadly edge that makes a room go silent.
As such, I figured it a great time to jabber my jaw a bit. Ain't no shark, but still. "Think they don't believe in Santa, Pinkie." I mean, neither do I, but I'd not exactly want to say all that.
He turned his eyes on me, the intimidation slider set to max. "The fuck you say? Of course the bastard's real; met him myself. Cracked me over the head with a sack of coal and everything." ...I don't think that's how the old man operates, but after all I'd seen, I'd not even be surprised. ...Then again, he's Unzan. Dude's kinda a dick.
Now the room was dead silent, but not for quite the same reason as the previous laughter. More that disbelieving kind.
Clearing her throat, the teacher tried, "I can't say if he does or doesn't exist, but I don't think I need to remind you of our policies on destroying school property, Mr. Kumoi."
After a short stare-off, Unzan looked at his desk, probably getting what she meant, and let out a pink snort. Was a kind of 'whatever' snort, and I knew it well. Mine usually lacked that cotton candy-flavoring of his. Very usually.
After he switched desks, the class went on for a while. Watching him end up a pretty boy was more than a little funny.
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Different cut-off points are an option.
[ ] Tease Unzan.
-[ ] Tease Unzan a lot.
--[ ] Tease Unzan perhaps too much.
---[ ] Tease Unzan way too much, and probably get him riled up.
[ ] Write-in.
[ ] Call him Red, not Pink.
[ ] Call the teacher Red, not Teach.
[ ] Call Reimu Red, not Just or Napkins.