Percy slouched back in his seat and unfolded the sheet of looseleaf paper from its tight triangle shape. It had come from somewhere on the right side of the classroom, but beyond that the sender was unclear. The handwriting, if you could call it that, was masculine, in block letters. One word: 'PANSY'. He carefully folded the note back into shape, tucking the last flap under, and then slipped it into the inner pocket of his vest.<br/><br/>Well, to be fair, he was wearing a vest over a T-shirt in the middle of winter. He supposed that counted as making himself a target. The insult didn't hurt, much, and in fact helped him come to a decision. Boys would be boys. And men would be men.<br/><br/>Percy rose from his seat and sauntered to the front of the class, drawing the attention of Miss George and some of the other students. As he approached the desk he looked up at her shyly through his long lashes. Aggressive movement and a shy expression had always been a winning combo for him in the past. Something about it tended to confuse people just enough. "Miss George? Instead of having an uneven group, could you maybe partner up with me? I'm sure the class would like to hear your answers too." He stopped just short of digging the toe of his leather boot into the imaginary dirt on the ground. Have to hold something in reserve, after all.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Manipulate an NPC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-04-22 12:02:41, Percy (uid: 9370) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45899)<br/>+2 Hot = 9<br/></div></div>