Back to School ((September 1915))

[victoriousscarf]

"Well," Misto said and shrugged. "Library then?"

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, driving his paws into his pants pockets, "Sure."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's mouth twisted slightly. Well, this was just a stimulating conversation, he hoped it would improve somewhat when they actually had to get the work done. He turned his steps toward the library.

[amanika]

Tugger followed in silence, still brooding over what had happened in the changing rooms. No one had ever dared to ask him what had happened before, not even the school nurse the day she'd seen the stitches.

[victoriousscarf]

Entering the library, Misto found a table in the back that he sat out, pulling out folders and a pencil. He glanced at Tugger, but didn't remark on his silence.

[amanika]

Tugger took out a pencil and his biology notebook, preferring to chew on the pencil top than offer anything constructive, though he did manage to open his book to the page of assignment notes.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto looked over at him, with a raised brow. "Alright, well, I started figuring things out last night, but since this is a group project," he shrugged. "Any thoughts?"

[amanika]

"What is it we're meant t'be doin' exactly?

[victoriousscarf]

"Making a diagram of the cell, and preparing a presentation on it, which we both have to speak during," Misto answered without looking at his notes.

[amanika]

"Alright, you work out what we got to say, an I think I can cope doin' a diagram." He pointed to a rough sketch from last year in his book, "That the right cell?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto glanced at it. Luckily there were really only two types of cells. "That's the right one, yeah," he said, already scribbling out a rough draft of what to say.

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, and started copying out a neater version of the drawing on a larger scale, still occasionally pausing to chew on the pencil.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's eyes flickered up, noticing the habit but this time he didn't comment on it. "Here," he said after a while, passing Tugger a page. "How does that sound for a rough draft?"

[amanika]

"You write like a bleedin' spider," Tugger blinked at the page before passing it back over to Mistoffelees, "I'm sure it sounds fine, but you'll hafta' make it more legible if y'want me t'be readin' it in front of people."

[victoriousscarf]

Blinking for a moment, Misto blushed as he took the paper back. "Ah, right. Sorry about that," he said, rereading it and then starting to write it out more neatly and much more slowly.