The creepy smile was replaced by a cognitive face and Chase put a finger to his chin. Smiling didn't suit him huh? He vaguely remembered hearing that somewhere before... or maybe not.<br/><br/>Bringing himself back to the matter at hand, Chase put on a far more normal and comfortable smile, "Well, you see," he said, "I just took a trip to the principal's office, that way," he said pointing in the direction he'd come from. "And now the lunch hall is that way," he said, pointing in the opposite direction. "So I kind of had no choice but to pass by this room again."<br/><br/>"But now," he said mischievously, "I'm far more interested in that little conversation you just had, than in lunch period. How about an explanation? I won't tell. But how about I make you a deal?" Chase said, and to anyone who knew him it would be obvious that one of his illogical spur of the moment decisions was coming up. "If you explain that conversation to me, I'll leave that girl you were with alone. Otherwise, I'll go to the lunch hall right now and break four of her fingers," he said, and a look of complete seriousness and confidence was on his face. "Because..." he said, and suddenly his eyes became wildly sadistic, "it would be easy." There was a slight mechanical noise and a pain shot up Chase's wrist and all the way up into his head. He winced slightly and settled down a little, but he hadn't yet lost interest in the game he was playing.