[b]Robert Fallson - Combat Class[/b]

Robert continued to watch the fights, shivering in his seat from his soaked clothing. When Shiro ran out of the classroom, a frightened expression on his face, the thought of following to see what was wrong with his friend crossed his mind. Only two things kept the red haired boy in his chair. The fear of Goodwitch's possible anger of him running out of the room in the middle of class without being excused, and the thought that maybe his imagination could possibly be blowing everything out of proportion. [b]"For all I know, Shiro could just need to use the toilet really badly,"[/b] he muttered. And so, he continued sitting in his chair, watching the fights.

The sound of a familiar voice broke Robert's concentration on the two teens that battled for the sake of their GPAs. [b]"Hmm? Oh, no it's alright. I doubt a scarf is going do much anyway. Thank you for offering though,"[/b] he responded to Krysthane. He shrugged before continuing to speak. [b]"Besides, now I'll be sure to remember not to get on your bad side. Wouldn't want to feel like I just got put through the 'Rinse Spin' on a washing machine again, now would I?"[/b] he joked, trying to convince Krysthane that he wasn't as bad as he looked.