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Don't you mean erot- No? Never mind. I'll go. . .

Eh adds plot and depth to characters. Not a bad thing, just a thing. Mind you I don't dislike Faunus. They're legit.

^Didn't see it coming. Scrub.

###### PLOT TWUST PARSEY IS RACIST OOPS FORGOT TO MENTION

Parsey noticed the _pervert's_ gesture and shook her head in disgust. "He hasn't lost his nerve," She said with contempt before examining one of the Faunus from a distance away. "To think they let wild animals into this school," She said with a shake of her head. The nuns had preached against them for a while, comparing them to dogs. As such, she held them in low regards, considering them _basically animals._ With a large sigh she walked out of the hall and to her locker. She quickly unlocked it and got her sleeping clothes out, before going to the bathroom and changing as soon as everyone left. As she finished, she walked out of the bathroom with a thick nightgown, and fuzzy slippers that covered her entire feet-leg section. Her torso and forearms were also well covered, leaving only the hint of a tattoo on her neck showing. She didn't notice, but anyone who saw it might see the slight pulse of dust. Parsey walked into the hall and looked around for a place to sleep.

One sec I'm drawing the CyrusXCyrul OTP right now, Lets just say that ship is sailing and it has cannons.

When Yasuri offered his sleeping bag, Parsey turned a deeper shade of red, and slapped him. "I will not share your sleeping bag with you!" She said, flustered, quickly turning around and storming off. She couldn't believe his nerve to say that to her with a straight face. "All kinds," She mumbled, and pulled her clothes tighter around her, as if trying to hide in her dress. She avoided eye contact with everyone nearby, and headed to the opposite corner of the speech hall. Parsey studied people silently from one of the corners of the room, hoping to gain more insight into the people of Beacon.

At Yasuri's question, Parsey kicked the ground softly, and put on a mock _deep in thought_ face. "I don't know, , , What if I want to use it?" She asked sarcastically, before tossing it to him, a grin painted on her face. "By the way. . . What do we do if we didn't bring. . . A sleeping bag?" Parsey asked, while her cheeks reddened. She had assumed beds would be provided, and had assumed wrong.

Parsey quickly calmed down, and sighed, mumbling to herself, "Mother superior always said to forgive and forget," Before extending her hand to Yasuri, and responding "My name is Parsey. Like the spice." She waited a beat before asking, "What _was_ that? The weight thing," She flicked her hair, and wondered if he was gonna ask her what her semblance was. Parsey also wondered if she wanted to tell the truth, or to surprise him later. . .

The young man's strange comment didn't mean anything until her arms were suddenly pulled downward: Hard. Parsley leaned forward and landed flat on her stomach, her breath knocked out of her. She gasped for breath, and she used it as soon as she caught it to curse the man. "You piece of-" She coughed, still not able to stand up. Her dress had been lifted just far enough to reveal a pulsing tattoo spiraling up her leg. She noticed after a few seconds and shifted her leg to cover it, before standing up and glaring at the man.