Goo looked like a cat that was ready to cling to the ceiling with fear as a student spoke in such a commanding voice to him, as if he were doing something wrong. He stared at the student for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat and the rainbow tented skin shivered as he felt he was about to turn into a puddle again. But he didn't want that, besides what was the other saying to him? Smell? Fear? Gummy worms? Goo's eyes lowered back to his lap and he twitched nervously as his voice squeaked out. "I like gummy worms..." He seemed to be talking to himself on that one, but then he would glance back up and in all seriousness and innocence asked him. "What does fear smell like...?" He would blink and nearly puddled again as someone jumped out of the ceiling?! What was this place? What were these people? Did any of them have gummy worms? He would listen to this teacher person, though half of his words seemed to go right through Goo and once he was dismissed to do what he wished he would quickly pull his bag up to his lap and look through it to see if there was, in fact, any gummy worms in his backpack.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Ash ignored the bell and mostly everything else. He didn't care of anyone was bullied or couldn't find their classes, he liked his books much better than people. He would settle into his little nest, his wings fluttering lightly like a mama bird settling over waiting eggs. It was nice and quite. Calm. Until someone coughed and Ash nearly jumped out of his skin. He would blink up at the stranger, his feathers now fluffed up like a sparrow trying to look menacing to a hawk that suddenly landed in front of it. He blinked at the other for a long time, seeming to have not heard him at first. Finally he would let out a sigh and settled back into his spot, pushing a pile of books away with a foot to make room for another. "You don't seem like an asshole." Was all he said before he turned his attention back to the book. His eyes stayed in place as he concentrated on the other's movements. He acted as if he didn't care what the other did but he was paying very close attention to the other's movements. It wasn't smart to turn your back on someone at this school. His ears stated on the other, his eyes pretending to read, but one of his hands absentmindedly moved to one of his wings, the white one, and began to run his fingers through the feathers, an unconscious attempt to groom his ruffled feathers while his attention was on the stranger.