[center][color=green][h2][b]MARK[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

[color=gray]Mark was slumped on a cafeteria stool, panting so hard that he almost seemed like a dog. The exercises that his new friends showed him were no walk in the park, and every one of his muscles felt incinerated. He spent a few moments simmering in his sweaty puppy puddle before slowly lifting his head up. With a quick lick of his cracked lips he hung his mouth open before speaking.

[color=green]"Work that body...........

.......huah..............."[/color]

His head immediately smacked against the table with a loud thud. He continued to wallow in the weariness.

[color=lightgray]"That place... is legitimately haunted."[/color]

The dog chimera unstuck his sweaty head from the sweaty table and swiveled it to stare in horror at the student's words. [color=green]"GHOST....REAL?"[/color] Was all he could sputter out with his fried vocal cords, an orchestra of wheezing noises and lip flapping. It sounded like an old man attempting to imitate a kettle and having a stroke halfway through. Mark was aware that the sheep chimera was occasionally observing him and felt ashamed at not being able to coach him in his current state, like he had promised him in his elaborate mental fantasies.

He stood up and mechanically hobbled over to the cluster of students. After all, someone had to unite and protect them. He opened his mouth, paused for a second, and returned to the exact same spot with a glass of water. Whatever words were going to crawl out of his mouth were then erased by the actions of a stupidly attractive moth student, who derailed the girl's conversation harder than a flaming zeppelin crashing into the previous flaming zeppelin analogies. Mark let out a wheeze of relief after hearing what the moth chimera had to say as it cleared things up. The two students [i]obviously[/i] had a cool and secret wrestling location and the girl wanted to tell people so she could grow stronger without the moth boy knowing. He firmly shut his eyes and placed an L-shaped hand on his chin. [color=green][i]WHAT A SNEAKY SPARRING TACTIC! MY FELLOW STUDENTS ARE INGENIOUS![/I][/color]

Mark sat retreated to the edge of the crowd now that his worries were gone and sat next to his good and kind friend Bawen. Bawen looked dead, even more so than usual. If Mark was clever he'd crack a joke about counting sheep, but he wasn't. The other chimera was currently imitating a corpse and was seemingly unaware of Mark's presence right beside him. The tired dog quietly sipped his water and tried to follow the conversation without succumbing to the same fate as his caring and fuzzy friend.[/color]