Kido smiled and was about to reply when Felice suddenly began speaking in loud rapid fire Italian. The auburn-headed boy looked a bit lost for a second, but eventually attempted to quell the quick stream of questions coming out of his mouth. "Felice, you're disrupting the class like that. Yes, you can write that about the poem, but ask me calmly next time." 

As the cross-dressing boy spoke, the amber-eyed one calmed down and gave a small scowl before letting out a huff and returning to his work. He started erasing parts of his answers on the paper almost aggressively enough to tear the paper and wrote down his preferred statements, sometimes pausing to consider ways to reword it. [i]This poem uses rhythms to blah blah blah blah blah, but it's really just a distraction to keep the audience from seeing that it's really about...[/i] 

[i]...geez, this is actually really irritating to write about. I'll just stop after this sentence after all.[/i]