“I-I’m not-! I-!” Lost for words, Ami was quick to hide herself from view in a moment of… pure, undiluted girliness, an uncharacteristic blush spreading over her features like wildfire. It was nearly as bright and vibrant as her hair, only softer… more delicate, it seems like. The blush was not ‘rosy pink’, as some may think or try to put it as, being all poetic and romantic… but rather, a pink that cannot be defined. No words fit quite right. On one hand, it is pink… but on the other, red is mixed in as well, somehow or another. Her face was the canvas, and the blush paint in order to create the masterpiece. Again, nothing to be sweet or poetic about. It was just embarrassing… and weird.<br/><br/>A fierce scowl pulling at her lips, revealing a dimple in her cheek, Ami glanced over in his direction… only to look elsewhere after just a second or two.<i>What the hell makes him think I’m going to undress?!</i>she had to wonder.<i>My shirt was in shreds anyway… I see no reason to keep it on…</i>Ami gracefully lifted herself up off the floor, looking around the small workshop. On the nearby wall hung a row of shirts, long-sleeved and plaid, caught her eye. Most likely, the boys wore these to protect their uniforms… not only that, but to protect their hands at least a little bit. Not that she cares. Nope. Ami is going to commandeer one, plain and simple.<br/><br/>The soft flannel hung from her petite frame, practically swallowing the girl whole. Ami turned her back to the awkward little scene unfolding, what with Jessica having just walked onstage, using this opportunity to cover herself up. “I swear, when I get out of here…” Ami grumbled under her breath, locating a pair of scissors nearby. Yeah, the shirt was convenient… especially after what the hell happened with the zombie tearing hers to shreds, but she can’t walk around in something three sizes too big. That’s just inviting trouble. Ami began by cutting off first one sleeve, and then the other, making the shirt short-sleeved rather than long. Next went the hem… which, she cut high so that she can tie a neat bow above her belly button. That said and done, Ami tied her long, dark red hair up in a high ponytail, rich waves escaping her efforts and tumbling forward to rest against her jawline.<br/><br/>“If you two are done with… whatever it is you were doing, we got a serious situation here,” Ami pointed out, lifting a brow meanwhile. “I suggest we take this somewhere else.” Hands on her hips, Ami led the way back into the faculty break room, taking a quick glance around for curiosity’s sake. It was nothing like she expected it to be… and yet, everything she expected it to be, too. Weird, right? It reeked of cigarette smoke, but there was a XBox 360? What the fuck? Do teachers have nothing better to do at school? “Does anyone else want coffee?” Ami threw out there, already heading towards the coffeepot. In times such as these, Ami thinks better over a hot cup of coffee… and that’s what she intends to do now.