2nd Period Biology

[Clopin]

Clopin turned and gave a confused look to the shinigami, as he took the empty seat next to Puck.
"What the hell just happened?" Clopin asked, as he was still a bit confused. He wanted to make an example out of them, and now he wanted them after class? Well, at least they hadn't been forced to do anything embarrassing..

[Grell Sutcliff]

"Oh, just call me Grell, sweetie," the biology teacher smiled softly. His outward expression had changed, and he seemed almost tired at the moment. "But if you must be so formal, I prefer 'miss'."
"Clopin, you are free to leave, though I may need to speak with you later," Grell said sternly.

[Utau]

"Grell." she repeated it. It sounded better than Miss that was for sure

[Clopin]

"I'm staying here until the end of class. Whatever you have to say is of high interest to me." Clopin said firmly, as he folded his hands on top of his desk. 20 minutes to go... After that, Clopin didn't say another word, as he sat straight up in his chair.

[Death the kid]

Kid looked at Utau for a moment watching her. "What are you looking at, you freak?" she hissed in a whisper. "Your dress is unsymmerical. You aren't perfect, you are an abomination to everyone!" he hissed. Utau growled at him for a moment before getting out of her chair and slapped him across the face before returning to her seat. "Jerk." she muttered

[Puck]

Puck shrugged, the same amount of confusion in his own expression. "Well, I'm not knocking it, whatever it was."
Grell stood wordlessly at the front of the room, writing several notes on the board about amoebas and self-duplicating cells. He frowned softly to himself. No one ever toke him seriously when he asked to be called miss.
Clopin seemed to have remained in his seat, which bothered Grell slightly but it didn't really matter. Class was nearly over anyway.

[Clopin]

Clopin impatiently sat in his seat, as he watched the biology teacher make notes on the board about amoebas and the like. He wished he could leave, but time seemed to just barely pass by. He groaned, and set his head down on the desk, waiting for the bell to finally ring.

[Death the kid]

Kid stared at Grell. what a strange man. He wondered why in the world he would want to be called Miss. It seemed so....out of character. He shrugged a tiny bit and went back to trying to write his name yet again. 'This man, he seemed to know about romance. maybe he could help me with my problem with Kiki...'

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell jumped at the sudden sound of the bell, signaling the change of classes. Smiling brightly, he turned to face the class.
"Alright, you're free to go. For your homework, I want you each to write a paragraph about whether or not you think an amoeba duplicates its cells because it's lonely."
Puck rolled his eyes at the strange assignment, straightening up in his seat. Typical Grell.
As several children got up to leave, Grell turned sharply to the two tricksters. "Not you two. We need to talk." Grell spoke seriously for once, closing his eyes for a moment as he sniffed the air again. Shaking his head quickly, he looked back at them again, his gaze stern.

[daria]

Daria made her way out, rolling her eyes at the assignment, and picturing how her Parents would ask her about the day. "How was class, Daria?" Fantastic. I met nobody, learned nothing, and heard a new voice in my head.

[Death the kid]

Kid stood up, he figured he would wait until the teacher was done talking to Clopin and Puck before he asked Grell his questions. He needed to know if there was another shinigami like him or if there was a way he could do something that could help him with Kiki. He walked outside and leaned against the wall near the door

[Clopin]

Clopin straightened up, and smiled sheepishly at the shinigami. "Well, what was it that you wanted to say, sir?" he asked warily. His attitude had changed, and his tone had become stern. What was going on?

[Puck]

Puck raised an eyebrow at the teacher. What was going on? This was completely out of character for Grell.
With his back turned to the two, Grell arranged some papers on his desk, remaining silent. At last, he spoke, keeping his back to the two.
"Tell me, you two, what exactly happened last night."
Puck blushed frowning at the teacher. "I think that the paper explained that well enough, Grell.."
Grell shook his head. "Besides that. I believe that something else happened last night. Someting about you two is...different. For one thing, you're no longer carrying the repulsive scent of mortals."

[Clopin]

Clopin nervously turned to Puck. Grell couldn't possibly know...or did he? It bothered the gypsy immensely as to how Grell kept sniffing the air.
"What...what do you mean?" Clopin asked carefully.

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell turned sharply, a frown etched into his face. "Don't play dumb with me, Trouillefou. I know an immortal when I see one. Now, tell me, what did you do to my little Puck last night?"
Puck rolled his eyes at Grell's demand, more nervous than he had been in awhile. Grell was always so overprotective of him, and it annoyed the boy. Though right now, he was worried as to what they were going to say to the shinigami.
"Grell, something must be wrong with you nose then, because I--"
Puck was cut off suddenly by a sharp pain in his left shoulder. He looked up at Grell with wide eyes, to see the shinigami stabbing a pen deep into the boy's shoulder. Jerking it out, Grell frowned at the tip.
"Just as I thought. That pen had enough arsenic in the tip to put you on the floor instantly. If you were mortal." The shinigami narrowed his eyes.