Fredderick "Shaggy" McDinkly stepped out of the nurse's office, checking the bandages on his arm as his kilt fluttered lightly as he moved. His foot steps were crisp and he walked upright and proud in his posture even as he made sure that the bandage would not be unwrapping. After nodding in satisfaction, Shaggy adjusted his book bag and took in his surroundings more fully. Taking out his schedule, he double checked where his first class was before laughing as he realized he had gone the wrong way. Turning around, he began his trek back towards where he had come from. As he did so, he noticed a bit of a scene going on between what looked like someone who was in their first year at the school and someone that probably would be in his own class. Upon hearing the distinct, British accent coming from the girl, Shaggy grew a smile and came up behind her.<br/><br/>"Oy, you bloody British lass, leave the boyo alone. You are suppose to be setting an example for the youngins," Shaggy said before giving the British goth a smack on her rear end. "Besides, it is the first day of class of the new school year. We should not be havin' no fights on the first day."<br/><br/>Shaggy then looked at the kid and gave him a smile before pulling out a juice box he happened to have on hand in case someone needed a boost of sugar. He handed it to Yuki. "Don't mind the lass. Them damn Brits are almost as full of themselves as the French and think everyone should be more polite aroun' 'em than any other."