At Carson's disgruntled call for the others to shut up, Ed couldn't help but to perk up in his seat, a spur to move after the stuffed cat initially roused him from his slumber, which was less than sound as evident from his infrequent spasms prior. His lethargic hand lifted up to his head, in recognition of the sharp headache that would plague him for just a few more minutes. Yet with what faculty he mustered, the boy was forced into realizing his new surroundings, the implication of a possible kidnapping, no, multiple kidnapping, sending a jolt to his legs, that saw him almost jump out of his uneven and rickety chair, only to fail to keep him off the likely just as dingy floor. Toppling onto his front, Edmond's voice let out in a weak cry at the sudden grounding, but slowly made his way back up, even if unsteadily so. From, where he was situated, he could not make out the talking plush toy from behind the others grouped around it and therefore didn't pay them mind for the moment, instead turning to face his chair, taking a somewhat relieved step back to it and lightly kicking it aside to reveal his backpack underneath.

But even with the pack where it belonged, Edmond wasn't quite in the right frame of mind to begin to imagine what was going on. This whole situation was strange, no question. But it felt less like a "normal" kidnapping by the minute. Not only has he not been bounded to his seat, but he was allowed access to his stuff. Regardless of what was happening however, he wanted no part of it and therefore turned to the walls opposite of the teacher's desk in an attempt to spot any possible exits. Yet the room was indeed very dark save for the immediate area by the windows, a profound darkness that took advantage of his immediate trepidation enough to prompt a different course of action for the time being. Yet he did muster up enough courage to approach the desk, a relatively good amount of courage since there were two older boys that both had a around a foot over him. Ed was ready to demand answers, an explanation, and if there was opportunity, to plead for leniency on his own behalf. But at the sight of the oddly dressed plush cat, he would stop in his tracks. "[color=deepskyblue]Eh... what is this? A toy... and... he is alive? I do not understand,[/color]" the boy uttered in disbelief, pointing at it and looking at the others to make sure they were seeing what he was.