<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School Hallway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Godmother, Jin, Neela (technically)<br/><hr/><br/>"Before." He commented almost immediately to her.  She might think maybe he missed the full impact of her comment, but in truth, he received it loud and clear; he simply chose to keep his thoughts to himself on this matter. However, his answer is with a sort of nonchalance, that made it seem as if he did not care. Was that part of his facade, too? Was that truth? Or was he just having a literal contact high, and this is how it made him become? It would be hard to say. probably the only one capable of ever knowing would be this fabled Godmother of theirs, if she managed to make eye contact with him again.<br/><br/>"Good luck dealing with the creepies." He'd say to Jin, in what would seem to be a genuine and sincere hope that she will be okay. Al, meanwhile, would go trailing off after the ghostly woman, following her much like a stray puppy might follow the first person to show him a bit of kindness. He was honestly not surprised, however, when he heard the other girl running to catch up with them.<br/><br/>"I have a question, actually. Why did you decide to make us feel buzzed?" He didn't ask how, but why. He would like to know how, but 'why' seemed more important at the moment.<br/><br/>When they eventually get to the spot where the Godmother stopped, he would stare around at their surroundings, slowly stroking the forehead of a now sleeping kitten, still contentedly resting in his shirt pocket. He bristled a bit when the Mysterious Woman offered to show them what was going on elsewhere... If he were a cat, one might expect his back to be arched, ears pressed flat to his head, and hissing with spit flying everywhere. Instead, he just has a surly tone to his voice. "I don't give a damn about any of them." As the Godmother--and perhaps a few other students-- knew, Al has had several homes in his life. He didn't care to see any of them.<br/><br/>Instead, he winds up finding a safe spot to just settle down on the ground. He takes a granola bar from one of his pockets, and unwraps it. Staring at it, he thought for a moment. "Anybody else hungry? I brought a few more. Got some water, too..." If anybody answered in the affirmative, he'd give them one. The bars he had were all 'oats and honey'. Once any requests were satisfied, he'd partake in his snack. Seemed like as good a time as any to take a break, after all, and he ahd the distinct feeling they might not get another chance to rest any time soon.