(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. B- Sait was going to skip- there was no doubt about that. Pushing his way down the halls with grit teeth, Sait entered the bathroom. It was a miracle the door didn't fly off of its hinges, with the force Sait applied to it. Slipping off his contacts carefully, Sait began to growl under his breath. His tail- whip-like and black- had finally tore through his jeans in its anger. His teeth had grown noticeably sharper, and his nails had lengthened into dark claws. Two massive, leathery black wings tore from his shirt, dragging slightly along the floor at their size. He often broke things for... absolutely no reason when he was angry. So that's what he did. Slamming a pale fist in the mirror, he cursed out this "Rei" figure. He didn't know /what/ he was planning to do after this- stay in the bathroom all day? But he obviously couldn't go out looking like that. Dusting a few glass shards from his shoulders, his growl got louder. /Why/ would she just... go through his obviously personal business? The thought was infuriating. Why couldn't he forget her name? That was even more frustrating. F: As minutes ticked away, and the final bell rang, Rei’s curiosity only grew. He had left in such a hurry, and he still wasn’t back. And with her curiosity, something… else had begun to take shape. Something that she denied, very, very harshly. Of course She wanted to learn more about him, he was new. Of course she wanted to talk to him more, get closer with him… She stopped herself. No time for those thoughts— class was starting.
