[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Inter-team Alliances[/h2]

The red haired woman, Sangue, had been very deliberate in setting that timer. Very deliberately setting it for what could only be a short amount of time, as class had to be starting in... a couple minutes at the most. And with none of her teammates to wake her up, either, likely assisting Amy with recovery from the blast of sound they'd all endured last period. In essence, it seemed Miss Naga was out here on her lonesome.

[i]That's not good.[/i]

Now, it wasn't like he was creepily staring at her or anything, mind you, far from it! It was just more idle observance, as he'd propped his elbow on his desk and swept the room with his eyes. Like overhearing something, but with vision. While he had to admit, she [i]was[/i] pretty easy on the eyes, he was [i]far[/i] more discreet in his ogling than to brazenly keep his head fixed upon somebody in the middle of class!

Okay, this self-damnation thing [i]really[/i] needed to stop. And more importantly, the team he liked the best's lone member in History class (funnily enough the one he knew the least) was in need of back up.

[i]And far be it from me to sit idly by.[/i]

Tearing out a whole new sheet of paper and contemplating his need to invest in loose-leaf, he began to crumple it into a tight ball. Normally, he'd just settle for just a corner, but as inclined to sleep as the redhead seemed to be, he figured he'd need all the mass he'd get.

[i]Right. Ammunition Loaded--[/i]

He held the paper ball between his thumb and index finger, other hand placed behind it.

[i]--Safety off--[/i]

Said other hand buried the tip of his index finger into the pad of the thumb.

[i]--Target to ten o'clock, angle up 15 degrees--[/i]

He aimed his projectile carefully...

[i]--FIRING FOR EFFECT!--[/i]

And flicked the crumpled up mass of paper straight for her head.