It looked like the self-elected alpha male of woodshop class was about to start squeezing Adam like a tube of toothpaste until he suddenly whirled around and stared over his left shoulder, as if someone had tapped him. Except, there was no one there.

A momentary look of confusion – closely followed by annoyance – crossed his face before he turned back, opening his mouth to start harping in again about whatever stupid thing he'd decided to take on the warpath that day – and then he turned again, this time to his right, looking as baffled as a dog that was playing "Hunt The Fart". This time he let go of Adam and turned around 180 degrees as if expecting someone would be standing there.

But no one was, so he just looked kind of crazy.

Once more he attempted to turn back before immediately spinning around again, fists clenched. “Cut it out!” he yelled into empty space before following up with a short yelping “Ow!” and putting his hand to the side of head as if someone had just smacked him there. “It's not funny!”

Except it really was, and more than a few others had taken notice. Particularly the three girls who sat in a little group behind him, who started tittering behind their hands. That seemed to take the wind out of his sails in a spectacular manner, for what common classroom bully could withstand the force of girls laughter? “'M just joking...” Chad muttered before slinking back towards his seat in a poor attempt to play it cool. 

All through this, Danny wasn't doing anything except staring at the “Make America Great Again” poster that still hung behind the woodshop teacher's desk, chin propped up on one hand. Calm. Unaffected. If Chad had been closer, he might have heard the refrain that Danny hummed under his breath, a nonsense line from a childhood rhyme: 'Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't wanna see you scooping up the fieldmice and boppin' 'em on the head...' 

But then again, Chad wasn't the brightest penny in the purse and probably wouldn't have thought anything of it even if he had.

Instead the Axe-scented bully turned on his heels, pointing towards Adam in a faintly accusatory manner. “I'll be seeing you later, Avery.” It probably would have sounded more threatening if he hadn't been spinning around like a whirligig a few moments prior, but you had to give him props for trying. 

“Oh, jeez,” Danny's eyes moved over towards Casey, a slight half-smirk on his lips. “I do wonder [i]whatever[/i] could have upset him so?” Even if Casey hadn't known exactly what it was, the flat and sarcastic tone would have clued him in. Casey, unlike Chad, was fully capable of putting two and two together and coming up with 'Lol'.

Without stopping to look at the vacant desk beside him, Danny hooked a skinny leg around the chair and pulled it out, an open invitation for Adam to sit there if he wanted to. “Sit your ass down, doofus.” Okay, maybe not so much of an 'invitation', per sey. “No flash photography, Peter Parker. Blaine's got one of his migraines.” He jerked his head in Emy's direction and added in a lower tone, “This is Emy Vance. She's a [i]perfectly normal[/i] and very nice person.” A brief pause, as his eyes moved to meet hers. “Just like us.”