When things go BOOM! (Afternoon)

[milo]

It seemed that, today, Milo was all up for his classes. Whatever happened within previous lessons, he'd always pass off and dig in for another round. That was just a natural ability that you needed as a Shibusen teacher. He even retained his chipper and good natured approach to the next lesson.

Once again, the front desk had been cleaned, and laid out with various different pieces of equipment necessary for the lesson. The water bowl had been replaced and the same small containers sat next to it. Vials rested just as idly. Milo would have to make sure none of the chemicals or other substances were missing. That would spell trouble. Judging by the fact the toilets were still there, he could only assume nothing had been taken.

There was a pile of text books on the front row of desks, and the writing on the chalk board remained the same also.

BOOM
Welcome to Chemistry Class!
~Feel free to take a book!.

...

or not.

Milo was also proud of his classes, regardless of how little got blown up, or even how little attention they might pay. He tried to make it as enjoyable for the students as for himself, but that was always a task. Over the years he'd pushed the boundaries of The Health and Safety in order to make things a little more exciting, and for the first time in his Shibusen career, he even had a field trip planned. But that was all in due course.

Once more, the Professor and his Segway remained mobile at the class entrance, waiting to greet the class with a beaming smile.

[chidos]

Damaso woke up late from a long night of chess with himself, his eyes lazily rolled over to the clock on his nightstand, which read 3:25 " .......Ghurgghh " He grumbled, he wanted to take another nap but he knew he had an afternoon class today, so he forced himself to situp , then slowly began to stand up and start making his way to his bathroom. His clothes were already on, a white dress shirt with a blue sweater vest over it, he likes to sleep in the clothes he'll wear the next day to save time, so the only thing he'll have to do this morning is brush his teeth and be on his way. He scrambled around for his toothbrush, but couldn't find it, so he rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash and left his dorm room, semi-eager to meet his teacher.

" I wonder if... " He started , but didn't finish his sentence, his will to speak was low this afternoon,so he just continued to wander the streets of death city, dozing off into the stars, wondering where shibusen was, until he came to the conclusion it must be the big building in front of him. Damaso slowly made his way up the stairs, then into the building, he rambled trough his pocket for a piece of paper that showed the room number of his chemistry class, and made his way over to It.


He was greeted by a man with a smile on his face. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone, all he had wanted was to sit and learn something for a change, but he saw the look on the man's face, he was definitely going to talk to him, so he continued to walk forward towards the room and stood dead center in front of the man he thought was the teacher

" Hello, mister, I'm Antoni Damaso! " He said politely with a slight smile on his face, the manners his mother taught him had finally gone to use.

[tehinferno]

Yuu got up out of his bed, and looked on at his toes hanging over the bed. He yawned heavily, and began to bounce as he sat. Never wanting to move in the mornings he sat there for a moment, thinking that it was really annoying that he'd have to return to school. Even though it was far past morning he was rather tired. He had actually spent all night painting his toe nails, which he had never done before, and it was more of an experiment than anything. Hours worth of filing, and then painting, and the having to use the nail polish remover could be quite tiring. He figured he might as well get ready to go to school, not really knowing what to expect from the teacher, or the class.

Yuu began to brush his teeth, when he realized he hadn't showered, or eaten anything. Usually Yuu is a little more picky when it came to what he ate, but this morning he didn't really care either way. He entered Damaso's room, and pulled out a package of pop-tarts from Damaso's bag, and began to eat them. He figured that he'd have a good laugh if he chose not to wake him up, so of course he didn't. Yuu chuckled to himself as he listened to the rhythmic sounds of Damaso's breathing, and continued to eat his food. After he was done with his meal, be then took a shower that was slighlty unpleasant, because it was more cold than hot. This disgusted him, and filled him with a subtle want for better accomodations. He made the rest of the shower quick, and brushed his teeth, and decided to leave for school.

He had dressed in some of his normal clothing rather that being his normal, flashy self. Though he didn't really tone it down, because he was wearing a bright orange sweatshirt with an arrow pointing to the right that read "I think he's gay". He figured he'd get Damaso to stand to his right the whole day, and he was practically sure that he wouldn't notice at all. He would surreptitiously acquire his amusement, from tormenting his weapon, and he figured it would make the day much better. Yuu's nails had been painted the same colour orange as his sweatshirt, and he felt very cute in his outfit. Happily skipping down the street he pondered what sort of people he would have to deal with. Also...The class was chemistry. Obviously it wasn't a new concept, but based on the kind of person he was now, would he be able to let them know that it wasn't?

He had reached the school, and looked it up and down. He'd never really paid too much attention to it before, but today felt different. His excitement for something new was clashing with whether or not he would like the class. He had written the destination of a piece of paper, and read it aloud to himself. "Milo Fletcher...." Yuu shrugged to himself, as he continued on his way to the class.

Reaching his destination he was surprised to see that the teacher was outside of the classroom, with a smile on his face. He guessed that he might've been a generally happy person, but Yuu didn't necessarily want to comply with the teacher's attitude. "Your haircut is an atrosity." Yuu then smiled his usual, awkwardly placed, fake smile, and walked into the classroom. Reading the board he noticed what it said about text books, and the "or not" was pretty much the only thing he saw, but he didn't want to come off as too much of a bad student, and grabbed a textbook before he took his seat. He had noticed Damaso before he walked in, and was hoping that his Demon Weapon wouldn't take the seat to the left of him.

[TANYA]

Tanya Walsh groaned as she traveled through the sea of students. Today was the first day of the semester. Unfortunately, as revenge for her telling Cin about his childhood and his crush on her, Rick registered her classes for her. And while Rick was merciful in some aspects, even giving her some of the classes she wanted, he ended up signing her up for the classes she didn't want to take at all. And that included chemistry, one of her weakest and most hated subjects of all time.

"Why me. . .?", she thought to herself. Sure, she dreaded the fact that Rick put her into these classes, and was a little mad at him. But then, if she didn't run her mouth to Cin and the whole class, she wouldn't be in this situation. Thankfully, she'd have gym class after this was over. But still, with having algebra as her first class of the day, the one she slept through most of the time, she was quite bummed out.

Today, Tanya chose to wear a school uniform instead of her usual flashy and revealing outfits. A white blouse was underneath a black blazer with the Shibusen emblem on the right breast. A dark blue tie was worn around her collar. A black pleated skirt was worn instead of her usual pair of spandex shorts. A pair of black thighhigh stockings was worn on her legs. Finally a normal pair of brown loafers completed her look.

The blue-haired meister entered the class, and saw three people. A boy with painted nails standing next to someone, wearing a funny t-shirt. The person next to him was wearing a sweater vest. Tanya couldn't help but giggle at what she saw. And then there was the professor, a brown haired man with glasses. "Hiya, Mr. Fletcher!", she greeted the man cheerfully. The girl took a book from the pile and took a seat next to the boy wearing orange. "Hiya, my name is Tanya!", she said to the boy cheerfully. Perhaps this class might not be as bad as she first thought. Maybe if she had Rick tutor her through some of these classes, and made some friends along the way, she'd do okay.

[Eva Liu]

It only stood to reason that a physical training regimen aimed at combat preparedness would not place a premium on swimming prowess. Running to or away from a target was a given, but just how often would one need to swim to it? The overall state of athleticism it lent to her body was about the only benefit Eva could glean from it; it was for all practical purposes, pretty much a useless skill to have in most field situations.

No matter how irrelevant it was, she wasn’t quite ready to surrender her one claim to physical fitness. Everything else in her civilian life had been rendered useless and only tangential at best. Who needs to know calculus or conventional European history to fight? At least chemistry could be apparently be crudely repurposed to make explosives. That’s all anyone thinks it’s about, so why not just make it into a reality? You didn’t have to know the exact processes and reasons why different components reacted together the way they did to know that A plus B with the proper conditions C equals a gigantic boom.

Eva had already mentally rehearsed the most constructive way to go about such a situation. Yes, she was most likely the oldest first year student, aside from her partner Rune. It wasn’t for a lack of book smarts. It was just a more unconventional route of delaying combat training for the sake of being able to lead a functional life in society before being thrust into a completely different environment. Mrs. Liu had figured that it was far more merciful to have her daughter tolerate four years of discomfort and emerge with a golden ticket to just about any higher educational institution she wanted than for her to try to adjust to an unfamiliar life of peace with the capacity for violence as her only vocational skill. For a demon weapon, this type of training was inevitable, but at least the exact timing could be finagled to maximize the potential benefits. Sure, the girl would likely feel that the material was beneath her, but at least it meant that she had no reason not to excel. As long as she was the big fish in the pond, Eva might as well do her best to crowd the others out. This type of class? A joke, she thought to herself, but a handy GPA-padding use of her time.

She wasn’t particularly inclined to moody, bitter thoughts like these; they were better left to fourteen year olds convinced that what little they’ve seen of the world is enough to justify their faux cynicism. However, all it took was a disgraceful fifteen seconds tacked onto her average time to swim a 100 meter freestyle event. Gone, at least for a moment, was the girl who couldn’t be bothered to be irritated at a chance to comfortably dominate the classroom. From 50 seconds to a minute and 5 seconds, a drop in performance that was downright shameful for a competitive swimmer. It didn’t matter to her that swimming didn’t matter to Shibusen, because this was an issue of personal pride.

Eva's foul mood couldn’t be more outwardly evident. Her flip flops slapped loudly against the floor as she walked into the classroom. She took on the books laid out and gave the teacher a dismissive nod in place of the cheery greetings the other students had offered. He had an enrollment list. If he couldn't figure out that the last unannounced person had to be her, he had no business teaching. Speaking of, Eva only gave the others a quick glance over before letting her duffel bag fall to the floor with a whumph next to an empty desk. Surprise surprise, all younger than she was. And to think, right now she could have been preparing to choose which college to go to.

Rather than make small talk, the demon weapon started flipping through the pages of the textbook. Her unbrushed and still-soaking wet hair was strewn all over her person, leaving large wet marks over her tank top and the pages of the book. Although she had rinsed off, the smell of chlorine still wafted from her skin. It might as well have been eau de bitch. Nothing says "I don't give a shit" quite like ratty sweat pants and flip flops to class, but she begrudgingly swapped her footwear for socks and sneakers pulled from the equally malodorous duffel bag. Bad mood or not, she still remembered basic lab safety regulations against open-toed shoes.

Eva put an elbow on the desk and rested her face against her knuckles, as though daring anyone to even think of changing shoes in the middle of the classroom as rude.

[milo]

Out of the four students who had entered the class room, two had said a rather pleasant hello, while one had stormed to her desk and another had commented on the mess that pose in for his hair. So far, the class was...interesting. However, he wasn't quite sure if the students would end up rowdy enough to destroy the room like many a lesson before them. Not one of them had turned away the text books they had been offered; that was a good sign, regardless of how miserable a few of them looked.

Nevertheless, the Professor smiled back warm-heartedly at the Student who had introduced himself as Antoni. "Nice to meet you, Antoni! It's good to see a young person with such enthusiasm! Take a seat and we will attempt to begin this lesson as soon as I can." Giving a happy nod, the Professor zipped away to the desk on his Segway, taking a text book of his own from which to reference. Of course, Milo would waste no time in getting to the fun parts of the lesson which he probably enjoyed more than any student.

After a few moments, he wiped the chalk board clean, and on it wrote;

CHEMICAL REACTIONS

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...Before drawing an almost perfect example of the periodic table, atomic masses and numbers, and chemical symbols memorized to perfection within a hyper little brain inside Milo Fletchers skull. To some, it was impressive, to most it was useless and to the teachers who taught science, almost mandatory and unavoidable. Then he turned to the class. "Now, class! Attention, if you please! I'm sure most of you are familiar with The Periodic Table no?" He looked at the group with a sense of unwavering joy. "If you aren't, let me assure you, both Adamantium and Kryptonite are not on this list because they don't exist...However you do have Krypton." Then he cleared his throat. "If you wish to take a note of this, then please feel free. There is a copy of the Periodic Table on the inside cover; for the rest, please turn to page 7."

Page 7, as is happened, also had a diagram of the Periodic Table; but that was Milo's way. The textbook explained the types of elements in the table, and their groupings. After pausing to let the Students decide, he spoke again; "Ok, first question! Using or not using the text book, can someone tell me which group of metals are considered the most reactive, and name a few for me?" [/blockquote]

[Eva Liu]

The girl crossed her legs and shifted forward so that her body slumped down into the seat. One arm perched on the back of her chair, while the other hung limply by her side. The frenzied tapping of chalk against the board went on uninterrupted by the mesmerized, or rather somewhat bored, students. Milo’s unfiltered worship of the science should have reached in to her intellectual snobbery and throttled it to death, but she remained sullen and unreceptive. Eva had no business giving him such a condescending stare, for only the most self-absorbed and self-pitying could resist being charmed out of a foul mood by his enthusiasm. The man was zipping around the class on a Segway while making comic book references without an ounce of self-consciousness, what more could she possibly ask for from a teacher? This was likely the closest she’d ever get to having Bill Nye as a teacher. Was he still unworthy of expounding upon her favorite subject? Well yes, since she was in the state of mind to tear everyone else down to build herself up. For one, what kind of teacher worth taking seriously would be that young and that eccentric? Unless his disarming youth and quirkiness was essentially the point, in which case she’d intentionally miss the joke and then complain about its lack of humorous appeal.

Such a wasted effort, Eva thought, to try to explain the beauty of the periodic table and the secrets of various chemical principles it held within its structure. That’s some big stuff right there for a crowd that likely couldn’t even decipher the metals from the nonmetals from the metalloids on the table he was so meticulously drawing out. What irritated her now wasn’t that the teacher was allegedly of inferior stock, but the students. She was set to be perfectly content with spending as much class time as possible screaming ennui and obstinacy with her body language, if not for Milo’s insistence on audience participation. Even if a bungled answer only proved her abysmally low expectations of her classmates (she refused to call them her “peers”) to be spot-on, it was her favorite subject that they were going to be disgracing. The girl made a conspicuous effort to turn her head from side to side, as though visually sweeping the room for signs of anyone else volunteering to answer. Well, if nobody really knows.

Without shifting her position one bit, the demon weapon answered. “Group 1, the alkali metals,” she drawled and gestured weakly towards the further left side of the board with the arm that was still perched on her chair. “Lithium, sodium, potassium, rubidium, cesium, and francium,” Eva continued, reading off the chemical symbols from top to bottom. ”The least reactive are the noble gases to the right, because they have a full valence electron shell. Alkali metals only have one valence electron, which is what makes them highly reactive.” These were simple, easy facts among the first she learned in her higher-level high school chemistry courses. It was unfair, really, which was the only source of solace she could find in this whole situation. Even though she had jumped on the chance to answer while trying to appear to do so reluctantly, her attitude continued to indicate incredulity that the few seconds she afforded the others weren't utilized to steal the opportunity from her.

[tehinferno]

Yuu, after having sat next to Damaso watched the others walk into the room. He sighed as he realized that establishing his dominance early would be difficult in such a small class, and with others most likely smarter than him. Damaso was already his, but the other two were women, and Yuu knew how the mind of women worked. Knowing this he theorized that they would only succumb to his will if he were capable of impressing them, or making them feel inferior. Neither of them seemed very fashionable, and one of them had sat fairly close to him, and spoke to him. His usual fake smile crossed over his face, as he knew that if she was willing to make friends with him then he wouldn't have to do much to manipulate her.

"Hello Tanya. I'm Yuu Kaneko." He gave her his usual quick look-over, and then was intrigued by the colour of her hair. Wondering if it was natural or not he began to look her over again, in an attempt to understand whether or not she actually did have a sense of fashion. Her clothes were plain. As a matter of fact she was wearing a school uniform, and it seemed that she wasn't trying to impress him this morning. Yuu blinked after realizing that they didn't know eachother. He had become so accustomed to the normalcy of his old school, that this was a shock too him. Glad that he hadn't actually spoken those words he decided to shrug it off, and just happened to glance at the girls shoes. That's when it began.

"Um.......brown...." Yuu turned around back in his seat, and decided that he'd find a way to distract himself from the grotesqueness of the colour brown. Looking around the room he noticed another girl, obviously older than him. He figured that she hadn't really tried this morning either, but he ignored the red light going off in his always moving brain for just a moment. Until she did the most awful of things, he watched her remove her flip-flops, and replace them with disgusting tennis shoes. It was revolting, and Yuu wasn't sure what he had just witnessed. Even if having nothing to do with the utter distaste of the unstylish footwear, Yuu recognized that it was at least common decency to not change your shoes like that in public. Yuu put his head down on his desk, deciding that he'd wait for the lesson to at least start before having a melt-down.

Though this moment of wallowing in his self-pity for being stuck in a classroom where the other students had a lack of style, or common decency he relished each second of it until their awkwardly enthusiastic teacher began to write things on the board. He asked them a question which Yuu ignored. He decided that he wouldn't answer anything unless directly asked, because it was unnecessary when other people with either equal, if not greater intelligence could answer instead. Sitting there he was still stuck on the ridiculousness of his fellow students, and their footwear. One of them was wearing that...awful colour, and the other had callously removed her shoes in public. It was a distraction to Yuu and he felt as if this would be the thing that ultimately affected him academically.

The older female had finished answering what the teacher had asked, and Yuu realized it would be an okay time to notify the teacher of this awful occurence, in an attempt to make things more comfortable for himself. He waved his hand back and forth, but instead of waiting for the teacher to acknowledge it he began to speak.

"I'm just going to get this out of the way. The colour brown annoys me, and it is a distraction. Also I find it disruptive when other students remove any form of clothing in the classroom, it is troublesome for me, and rude. Damaso looks like a dork. Oh! By the way if you let my comments distract you from teaching, then doesn't that make you bad at it as well?" Yuu was seemingly satisfied with his comment, and the rhetorical question, of which he hoped the teacher wouldn't actually answer. Having gotten this off of his chest, he pulled out his nail file, and then realized he had filed them earlier. Sighing he set it back in his bag, and began to attempt to pay attention.

[chidos]

He gives a light smile as he passes by the teacher, he had said something, but Damaso wasn't actually listening to him, he was set on sitting down and passing this class. He had only been to 1st grade, and he made sure to bring his big pencils so he didn't write off the lines. He didn't have much knowledge, in fact, today was the first time he's seen one of the complicated group desks, he was amazed that the desk didn't have a place for him to store his books

He slowly walked over to the desk right of Yuu, he put his hands in his pockets and looked straight infront of him, making sure that he looked very cool infront of the other classmates, he wondered how they would see him. He wanted to have a cool-edgy type feeling to him. He only wished that he had shades to match his attitude. He sat down, and immediately felt too big for his desk, but he sucked it up and looked at the book infront of him, he started to flip trough the book before the teacher even started talking.


At first he had trouble reading the words, but he sounded the syllablyes out in his head and eventually started to get the hang of it, he smiled that he could now read the first page of the book, he felt like a college student! He wish he could go and tell his mom the progress he made, she always wanted him to go to school and become a doctor, or some get some other fancy job, maybe with computers. He thought about the possibilities, he could be a king, or a football player, a football playing king in space, Yep, That would work.

The teacher started to speak, he looked up and focused his hardest to pay attention to the teacher, he was ranting on about something called the periodic table. He didn't know what that was, nor did he care really.

While spacing out, he heard the students start to talk, one girl answered a question, he wondered what the question was about, are we learning how to destroy things? he knew he would fail this class the moment he snapped back to reality and started to fall into a deep sadness, until he heard Yuu's voice. He looked beside him and saw him talking, he was ranting about the colors he hated. He knew that Yuu was stupid like he was, and if he failed, he would definitely fail also. He chuckled slightly at what Yuu was saying, he was happy again, and was slightly impressed at his bravery, or could it just be dis-respect

[TANYA]

The girl smiled as Yuu introduced himself to her. "Nice to meet you, Yuu!", she replied, giggling. She watched him look over her. She wondered what the boy was looking for. However, he made a remark about the color brown. She looked down at her feet. "Oh, only pair of shoes I could find. . .", she said as she rubbed the back of her head.

Eventually, she saw another girl walk in. The girl clearly came from the swimming pool, as she was wet and dressed rather sloppily. For some reason, the girl was mad or something. But before she could ask, the lesson had started. The teacher, the one Rick was raving about to her during lunch, asked them about alkali metals, whatever they were. Thankfully, it was the girl who answered the confusing question.

The boy next to her ended up interrupting class. He complained about Eva exchanging her flip flops for sneakers, about the color brown, and the boy next to him looking like a dork. After asking his question, the boy almost filed his nails before stopping himself for whatever reason. Meanwhile, Tanya just kept her eyes on Rick's current favorite teacher. Maybe he could help her pass this subject.

[milo]

Milo was just about to congratulate Eva for her spot on reply, when he was interrupted by Yuu. He blinked a little bit, before he beamed a wide smile. "Of course not, I'd be a bad teacher if I failed to attend to the lack of manners in my students, so it's good to know you're intelligence has been well spent on pet-peeves. Unfortunately, we don't have a class for that." He pushed his glasses up his nose, still smiling. "To remind you, we're in Chemistry, in case you forgot." Then, Milo turned his attention back to Eva. So far, she was turning out to be his favourite, if just because she was paying attention and answering questions.

"Perfect! And, of course, the most reactive tend to be the Halogen Elements, because, in oppose to the Alkali Metals, they seek to gain the one electron they have missing. Well done!"- Milo proceeded to circle the Alkali Metal group, an arrow tailed out, where he wrote in bold letters 'Most Reactive Metals!'. Turning around, he picked up a bottle that was made out of a white plastic, and held it up. It appeared to be filled with a liquid, but that wasn't entirely the case. "The Alkali Metals are so reactive, in fact, that they have to be kept in bottles of oil, to prevent and reactions. Personally, that isn't my style, but if I didn't, I'd have nothing left to react." The Segway-riding teacher chuckled.

Compared to most teachers, Milo was almost childish, but even so he was incredibly intelligent, despite his reactions in danger of a fight. The teacher brought the bottle down, and turned the little black lid on the top, so it opened. Then he looked up at the class with something of a glint in his eye. "I was never good in mainstream schools. When it comes to Chemistry, I can be as reactive as the chemicals I use. I'm not to good with Health and Safety regulations." He paused, and then returned to the chipper, almost immature, self. "So...Demonstration, anyone?"

[tehinferno]

Yuu looked up and realized that the teachers was actually asking for something he was capable of doing. He got so excited that he rushed to the front of the classroom. He gave the glass a big fake smile, and began to introduce himself.

"Hello, I am Yuu, and I consider myself a young, interesting, and stylish individual. I am very happy to be here, and I am willing to share my knowledge on this subject. Yuu looked over to teacher and smiled. He decided that this was his chance to impress him.

"Firstly, you need to remember that you have to have someone monitoring, or supervising your experiment. If you don't then you might die, and no one will find you until your rotting corpse stinks, and the janitor comes to clean up. Yuu frowned as he realized that it was a little more descriptive than necessary, but he shrugged and decided to continue.
"Also you need to make sure you don't take the experiments out of the lab, because sometimes you'll wake up with your eyes melting out of your head. Yuu decided not to look back and see the teacher's reaction, but he figured that he was fairly proud of him, and decided to continue on anyways."You also shouldn't work in conditions, or places that are unsafe...." Yuu turned slightly, and looked at the segway, and then regretted his last statement. "Nevermind...We can skip that one.

"Next we get back to the eye melting thing...You need to wear eye protection, no matter how ugly the goggles may look...Or you'll lose your precious eyes. Also for you self-concious kids without that beautiful 20/20 you need to make sure you wear glasses, contacts are not aloud in the lab. OH! This was a problem in my last school....Some people like to sniff the chemicals....Keep them away from your face.It can be bad for your complexion anyways." Yuu sighed as he realized that some people may do that part anyways. Then he remembered the next part of what he was going to say. The handling chemicals, and equipment. The teacher probably wouldn't go over it, so he decided that if he called him out on it, then he would have to do it. This brought a smile to his face.

"Well...I'm going to skip the stuff about handling those silly chemicals, and stuff....Our teacher is surely mature, and intelligent enough to teach us about all of that." Yuu gave him a cocky half-smile, and then decided to continue. "But I will go over the things you need to do to avoid, or help an accident. Yuu cleared his throat, and realized it was a very disgusting sound...he'd need to work on that. "Well....Back to those eyes. If you get chemicals in your eyes you shouldn't sit there like an idiot...You need to yell that you have chemicals in your eyes so that they can be flushed. Same thing if it touches your skin, you need to wash it immediatly.."Yuu stroked his beautiful soft skin. Having said that he realized he was fairly afraid of that happening. He shirked that awful feeling he had about it, and decided he'd explain fire next.

"If something catches on fire...You need to know to use a fire blanket, or a fire extinguisher, and then you do the obvious part...Evacuate. Yuu looked over at Damaso, and then continued on. "For those of you who don't grasp the concept of hot...You need to use a hot pad when working with anything that might be.." Yuu turned from Damaso and looked at the girl who had switched her shoes. "And we all know to wear proper clothing to class...Right?" Having gotten that off his chest he remembered the last things.

"Finally...You need to wait for the teachers directions before disposing of anything, and you need to turn off any gas valves, and clean your station properly...along with your hands. It'd be disgusting if you didn't...." Yuu stood there for a moment, and then he remembered the last part. "And I'm pretty sure Mr. Fletcher will personally deal with you if you steal things. Yuu gave them a final smile, and took his seat. As he sat he smirked at the teacher.

[chidos]

Antoni silently drowned in his own sorrows, at first he thought he just wasnt smart, but now he felt downright stupid. All the smart talk was making his brain hurt, and until the teacher pointed out, he didn't know he was in chemistry. Yuu had forced him to take the class, and because of damaso's poor listening skills, he thought Yuu said " cooking " instead of " chemistry " this was a real letdown, The day before coming here, he had vivid daydreams about cooking bread, spaghetti, and maybe even fried egg rolls. Do you fry eggrolls? he thought to himself..maybe if he asked the teacher..no, that would be out of line...or maybe not? He came to the conclusion that chemistry was cooking with liquids, he felt greatly releived

He began to raise his hand, before Yuu voluntarily got up and waltzed his way over to the board. This time he was listening with all his might. He knew Yuu always had important things to say, and this was no exception. he listened and for the first time in his life, took notes about the safety rules Yuu was barking. he was engaged in the class for the first time until he heard the word " self-conscious ".

He didnt know what that word meant. so , as always, he went back to drowning in his sorrows. He quietly waited,and waited, for Yuu to finish his lecture, then raised his hand. He didn't care if Yuu or The teacher answered the question, as long as it was answered

" ....Are eggrolls fried? " He asked, with a soft, yet firm tone to his voice, slightly demanding that he question was answered.