<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:30pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metalworking Class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faye, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>“Something special. Right... I’ll try...” Maya nodded perhaps a bit too eagerly, trying her utmost best to seem as unaffected and agreeable as possible. Her compliance might have worked for anyone else... but the way she was acting contrasted heavily with her usual trouble-making demeanor and the uncommon sight seemed to be enough of a rarity to maintain the interest of several students who were undoubtedly wondering what the two were talking about. Fortunately it’d take more than a one-off incident for everyone to realize she was a lot more comfortable with approaching, than being approached. And to add to her boon Faye seemed happy to brush the incident off and vaguely continue on with their conversation. Though the notable glee she expressed was a bit worrying.<br/><br/>To seal things off conclusively, the teacher decided to bring a halt to their altercation. Unpleasantly smacking a lengthy ruler against his desk, before pointedly glaring at the pair of girls. Under any other circumstance it would have stirred even more mischief in Maya. Kindling rebellious flames and making her want to remind the old geezer that he was a teacher not a slave-driver cracking his whip. But just this once... Maya was willing to let it go as the third-party noise was enough to snap her out of her embarrassment, and force her to acknowledge that the whisper had been nothing more than a practical act of convenience. “By the dorms, last period. Got it” she commented, nodding her head once more and reclaiming the key she’d dropped, before making her way back to her own station. Needless to say Maya didn’t get very much, if any work during the class as per usual. But she remained awfully quiet much to the discomfort of others who’d grown accustomed to her pushy intrusiveness.