"Yep, yep, I know," Riley waved off Izzy's rash of concerns, "I've already figured as much." He looked at the vampire child, saying, "That's enough, Lil' Vamp. You can go."

The child dropped down from the bed of desks and wandered out of the classroom. There was a remarkable unsteadiness to his gait; as though he was making a great effort to stay upright. Not unlike someone that was sleep deprived. Had he been awake all day, watching over her? Upon Izzy's request for a shirt, Riley scratched the back of his head for a moment, looked around the empty class as though he might find a suitable blouse just laying about, and eventually had a sensible idea. He took off his aloha shirt, leaving himself in his sleeveless undershirt, and tossed it to Izzy. It wasn't dirty, and was in surprisingly good condition, but its smell was not particularly flattering.

"There ya go, hope ya like pink. I'm gonna need that back, of course."