La Clase De Español - Mr. Rossi's Spanish Class

[Hinata]

Hinata smiled. "His name is Blood Dupre," Hinata wrote back. 'He thinks i'm pretty.' she wrote with excitement. 'What's the boy's name you've met?' she threw it back carefully

[Kiki]

"Aww! That's really sweet!" Kiki wrote. "His name is Kid, heard of him?" She was away to pass it back but she felt someone watching her. Since Kiki had become a mew, these things had became fairly accurate. She turned to Hinata and held out her hand, the note tucked inside her fingers, just a corner poking out. "Have you got a pencil I could borrow?" She winked at Hinata, it was just an act.

[Hinata]

Hinata winked as well. Glad she had a friend. "Of course i have an extra." she said and handed the girl the pencil. "yes...i have heard of him...i heard he really likes you." she said passing the note back to kiki

[Kiki]

Kiki smiled broadly as she read Hinata's words. She looked back at Hinata and without Kiki knowing, her cheeks had gone bright pink. "Really! Oh! I like him too...." She wrote back. She threw the note back at Hinata and smiled at her desk.

[Hinata]

Hinata smiled, glad that Kiki had found someone she really cared for. Did you hear about the scary new girl? The one who was an idol back at her home?; she pasted the note back to the girl.

(ooc: feel free to be Elliot sometime Kiki, he's approved)

[Kiki]

"No, don't think so.....who?" Kiki wrote. She gave Hinata the note and smiled back at her.

[Hinata]

Hinata smiled a tiny smile. 'Her name is Utau.' she wrote. 'From what i heard she was an idol back home and really is a mean person.'

[Elliott]

Elliott walked into the class. He rolled his eyes as he saw Kiki. He walked up to the teacher and handed him the note which he had got to explain his absence. He looked for an empty seat and there was only one left, beside Hinata. He walked up to her and sat in his seat. He looked at the note she was writing and took it out her hand. "Aww, now that's nice." He said, and tossed it back to her.

[Hinata]

Hinata was surprised by this boy's sudden rudeness but she did not say anything. She had work to do. she shot him a look of offense and went back to her work. Trying to make sense of it all.

[Axel]

Emerald eyes were transfixed on that colorful toy sitting on his desk. Whatever reality there was, he surely wasn't part of it at this moment. It'd been a while since Axel had done any sort of reminiscing. But right now, it was more like his subconscious taking control of him. There was nothing occupying his mind but the memories.
And with that, he stood up, and left the classroom, making his way towards Fashion class.

[Maka]

Maka started on the worksheet, writting down the answers and getting slightly bored with it. It wasn't that she'd ment to smart off, she never usually did. Something was different about this teacher though. Like a aura that you just had to poke at until it bit you in the butt. Once finnished, she took her book back out and started reading, spinning her sythe keychain figure around in her hand.

[Axel]

The Spanish teacher returned to his own class, moving abnormally slowly, like a zombie. He slumped down in his chair, eyes cast downward. Axel had never acted like this in his life. "Class, just finish your worksheets." He mumbled absentmindedly.

[Maka]

Maka looked up from her book, narrowing her eyes to really get a good look at the teacher. Since she was finnished she walked over and plopped down in front of him.
"Mr. Rossi?" she asked, "I didn't mean what i said...are you alright?"

[namine]

Namine entered the room tentatively, not wanting to disturb anyone. Axel was talking to a student so she waited by the door for them to finnish.

[Axel]

Axel seemed not to notice Maka, but unconsciously responded to her anyway. "Sure." He'd completely forgotten about seeing her after class. And then that scent hit him again, a pure fragrance that he knew so well. He slowly turned to Namine standing in his doorway. For a moment, his mind had replaced her figure with Roxas', and their forms kept blending into each other. He blinked the images away, waving a passive hand at Maka telling her to let him speak to the Fashion teacher. After approaching her, he breathed in her scent again, sort of a way to relax himself. "How do you know?" He questioned vaguely.