(cont-) F: This was her turn to scoot away from him in her chair, only slightly. However… she kept her face neutral, refusing to show fear. That was an emotion reserved for times when she was alone. “All of it. I mean, it wasn’t folded or anything, and you didn’t tell me /not/ to read it, so…” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I got curious. Can you blame me?” Now, of course, internally she was freaking out. Why would this be so bad for him? …the interest was back. B- Sait stared angrily at the wall, his red eyes practically burning through his contacts, "Its called /respect/." He hissed. Sait's tail, when he got angry, happened to lash- to his disadvantage. There was most /definitely/ a movement below his clothes. Cursing, he rose, stomping from the classroom with no excuse. With anger... he found himself at the disposal of his darker side. And he was /furious/. F: She watched him storm out of the room, folding her arms over her chest. Okay, wow, really mature. He really just stormed out like a three-year-old after being told no! …she probably should’ve apologized, but… she was more invested in the fact that he had just /left/. Class hadn’t started yet, of course, but the few people that had been in the room immediately looked at her, as if /she/ had done something wrong. She raised her eyebrows at them, and they looked away. Thank the /stars/. The warning bell for first period rang— that meant Sait had five minutes before he’d be late to class. Unless he was planning on skipping. Again.
