Tanaka noticed the way the librarian looked at the two of them, her eyes wide with fear. Trying to dispel such fear, Tanaka waved awkwardly at her giving off a little smile. Or, at least he thought it was a smile. To the librarian it seemed much more like a grimace or a sneer, and the casual wave only added to the creepy factor. She could practically see the non-existent aura of darkness surrounding the second year, and she made haste to check out Shana's books, choosing to check the books as slow as humanly possible. Maybe if she took her time, she'd be spared of that fate? She really didn't want to get her head cut open.

Tanaka on the other hand just shrugged at the librarian's paranoia. On some inner cosmic level, he quite enjoyed seeing other people freak out over stuff like that. Probably explained why others thought him as. . .off. At that, he couldn't help but glance at Shana.

The second year was an introvert herself, so that was understandable. Even still, he was always amazed on no matter how disturbing he could be, she always seemed unfazed, brushed off the behavior completely, or just tagged along in his morbid manners. Much like the thing with the club actually. 

Wait, no, not a club. Sorry, a [i]social gathering[/i]. That was at least a bit better.

Speaking of decapitated and mutliated heads, the shrill ring of the bell pierced through Tanaka's thoughts like a bullet to the brain. He inwardly groaned.

"Yeah, I guess we can talk to her after class. She's the ring leader, so there's no doubt that she's the mother brain in this case." A couple of students looked at the pair strangely as they casually walked down the hall and towards their next period. 

On that thought. . .just how long was this abnormally timed school day?