[h2][center]Bawen[/center][/h2]

Bawen felt his eyes quiver with a sudden flash of pain, a small pitious groan escaping him for a second. His head felt like murder, and he doubted he looked much better. It was strange, a moment ago he felt exhausted, but otherwise fine. Perhaps not eating since he left home was starting to affect him? He lifts his head from the table, resigning himself to get some food before looking to his immediate left, catching sight of Mark. [color=33FFFF]”Ah...”[/color] He grunts wordlessly, now keenly aware of what had spiked his agitation. 

[i] [color=33FFFF]”Though...”[/color][/i] He thinks, brow furrowing as his glare intensifies, [i] [color=33FFFF]”The half-breed has at least learned how to shut his noise hole in the last twenty four hours.”[/color][/i] He watches as a human girl hands the dog-boy a note pad, glare easing slightly as he realizes frenzied thrashings that followed resulted in barely passable text.  [color=33FFFF]”Ye Gods...its literate.”[/color] he says quietly, actually shocked the chimera had the capacity. That his penmanship was better than Bawen’s was a revelation that went purposefully unaired. 

He debated for a moment of stopping the exchange, but decided against it, unable to summon forth the energy. He couldn’t really read the notepad from his angle, and judging by the humans reaction, whatever impropriety Mark had spewed forth was more baffling than offensive. 

Instead he turns to Magnhild, the only familiar face he was willing (or permitted, as was the case with Rikka) to speak with.  [color=33FFFF]”It’s Voll right?”[/color] He asks, tone bored and flat as always.  [color=33FFFF]”Marnahilde Voll? If I remember correctly, you took your practical examination after me. How did you fare? I’d have watched but I...was not in a position to do so at the time.”[/color]

[h2][center]Mori[/center][/h2]

Mori chuckles cooly as he feels Yvette’s claws dig into his arm, but does little else to stop her. He leans in a little closer, resting his chin right on the girls shoulder as he glaces about the room, his faux wings holding in a surprising amount of warmth as they cocoon both him and Yvette. They were getting more than a few stares, a mix of freshmen,unsure of how to respond the the frankly absurd display of PDA and implied sexual rompings of their upperclassmen, and a few older students. If he had to hazard a guess, he would wager that both his and Yvette’s looks had won them a few would be suitors, and now collectively they were expressing their disapproval to their opposite. That, or they were simply glaring at Yvette due to her being Ivy’s pet lap dog...er. Cat. 

[color=#fefeee]”Oh my Tiger..”[/color] he whispers softly into Yvette’s ear, voice tinged with venom despite the tenderness of the act. [color=#fefeee]”If It were not for you tearing a hole in my arm, I would have been convinced you were telling the truth. So what does [b]Ivy[/b] have you doing this for?”[/color] He asks, huffing his words just enough to make them hot on the girls ear. He doubted he’d have such a rare opportunity to agitate Yvette like this again, so he should milk it for what he can. He leans in, planting a small kiss right behind the chimera’s ear, a rough clicking chuckle escaping his throat. [color=#fefeee]”The three of you aren’t really know for your aultruism after all.”[/color] He continues, the clicking chuckle still in his voice. [color=#fefeee]”And considering I’m the one who would have to patch them up, I think you could tell me that much...If not, I’m sure Elsa would be more than willing to talk to me..”[/color]