Well, M certainly was being his usual self. Not the first time Hugh had seen Mr. M. go off, not with how the gymnastics team was often close by when the clawball team practised and Lawrence the bigger had talked about the man a fair few times too. Hugh had to wonder which one of the two could drag the heavier object behind them. Sure, Minopolinoski was better built for straight up lifting, but Lawrence had his own advantages thanks to his body structure. Still he wasn't so sure why the man was so miffed about teaching this class. Wasn't he a teacher by vocation anyway? Well, not his problem. He'd just have to go with the flow, ebb with the tides that were to come. He was flexible enough to deal with whatever may come, and that wasn't just him being awfully punny based on his racial traits. Though most slimes did tend to be rather laid back.<br/><br/>The smaller Lawrence relaxed somewhat now that the strange spells he had a hard time pinning down had stopped, but that relaxation soon ended with the tirade that Mr. M. launched himself on. The surprise in the beginning was the most that would come out of it though, for he had heard the same things as Hugh had. That was about how the man was, and there wasn't much to be done about that. No homework was a boon of its own too, but the mention of the homework that was there inspired a change in Lawrence's mind. The corners of his mouth begun to turn up as the needle-like teeth came to view and hints of drool dribbled down the left side of his jaw… wait, why was this happening? The Gazebloom's expression shifted to one of confusion as he raised a hand to the dripping side of his face, brushing away some of the fluid. Yes, he had been grinning madly just now. Yes, he'd felt an intense surge of heat. Oh. He knew what this was. Why was it coming to him now? He drew a deep, somewhat shaky breath in an attempt to calm himself down. He shouldn't begin to thirst after someone right now, there was… it shouldn't… He'd never… oh, but it was happening and there was very little he could do about it.<br/><br/>The number three however, in the homework set to Lori, was something that had Hugh extend his arm long and prod Lawrence on the shoulder. "Hear that?" Hugh asked, and needed no answer as he saw the change in his friend's demeanour. "Hey now, don't get ahead of yourself!" he laughed, though his jovial speech was mostly drowned by the class preparing for departure. The two rose up just as well, packing their things while Lawrence kept trying to keep the dripping of his saliva to a minimum, his teeth and lip structure not really helping with that until the first shock of the physical state changing worked its way through him.<br/><br/>"Let's wait until others have gone. Pick her up then, when she's free of the rubrics and schedules", Lawrence suggested, coughing slightly as he regained the composure of his few runaway eyestalks, the few that had been closing themselves on their own accord and waving through the air. Hugh agreed to this suggestion easily, though the waiting itself wasn't so simple when Lori seemed to suddenly find the source of earlier magic right up in her face, all the way to the lips. And as a surprise to not Lawrence at least, there was once more demonic magic in the air there, wrapping around Lori and sinking within her. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. It wasn't like he had any grounds to claim that Lori would be his or of his friend group, but more than that his dissatisfaction came from the absolute lack of tact shown by this individual. Did he ever really make it through 201? He almost broke out in laughter as he realised just where the main part of his anger came from. Really? Out of somebody else being dumb? He'd just have to one up them, which would be easy if he played his game like that. But you never knew with fiends.<br/><br/>As most others had trickled out the pair strolled along to the class model, Hugh raising his hand out of his pocket to pick up the papers while Lawrence offered a quartet of closed eyestalks to do the same from a little further away. "Right, with that over and done with I think Lawrence had something he wanted to talk to you about", Hugh mentioned, eyeing the papers quickly before stuffing them into the pocket his hand had come from, surprisingly little sounds of crinkling paper coming from within. It was easy when you entire hand was viscous liquid rather than an actual solid. "And I mean the big Lawrence, who I think I know where he is now. Wanna tag along? We'll probably pick up a few drinks since it's weekend and all", Hugh suggested.<br/><br/>There was a moment in time where Lori had time to answer the inquiry about coming for a few with the boys, but soon after that had closed Lawrence raised his hand. "Actually, I could ask something too", he turned to Lori with evident curiosity in his many eyes that took in her more revealing dress style while his main eye was locked on her two, the big eye twitching every now and then as it swapped focus between the two. "Do you know that guy? You know, that one?" If she didn't catch on, he'd just have to be more direct and inform her that he was talking about the one that had pushed his face up in hers just now, which surprisingly enough nobody else in the class had thought of doing. Depending on how familiar she sounded with the answer, Lawrence would offer either a "Thought as much, kind of rude to cast magic on someone without knowing them" or "Huh. Done so for long now?"