Back to School ((September 1915))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto had seen how he shoved things in his bag and believed him. Carefully, he lifted it up and slid it into one of his folders. "Alright. See you in class then?"

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, "See y'then." He shouldered the bag and left the library, idly wondering if any of his friends in the tenth grade would be around, if he could stand the humiliation.

((Exit Tugger))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto watched him leave, considering slightly before heading out to find some food before the end of the lunch period.

The rest of the week passed as a fairly average school week, but on the day when they were supposed to present, he walked into the classroom to find Tugger not there. At first he just hoped the other was late, and they were going third so it wasn't entirely reason to panic... until Tugger continued to not show up and he ended up presenting the project to the class himself. It would probably have not been so bad if he couldn't hear people snickering about the absent tom, as well as the teacher informing him their grade would be marked down for the other's absence.

[amanika]

It was around fifteen minutes before the end of the class that Tugger finally showed up, looking considerably paler beneath his fur. It wasn't until he took off his coat and sat down that it became noticeable how he was clutching his right arm across his chest. However, he said nothing and made no eye contact with anyone, even Misto.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto up to that point had been ready to murder his partner, but even as he turned toward him, a hiss almost forming he stopped and took in the other's appearance. His demand asking where the other had been turned into a whispered, "Are you alright?"

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, a little surprised to be asked at all, even the school nurse hadn't asked any questions when he'd excused himself from his previous class and gone to see her, concerned not so much by the pain in his shoulder, but that fact that it had seemed to be getting worse. It still ached now, though more bareably, but he'd almost passed out when she'd popped the dislocated joint back into place, probably the reason he'd caused concern with Mistoffelees now.

"I'm fine," he muttered, despite obviously not being so, he glanced to the front of the class, "tell me I didn't miss the damn assignment."

[victoriousscarf]

"You missed the damn assignment, where the hell where you, and are you sure you're alright?" Misto managed to get in one sentence, still eying the other. He just didn't look good.

[amanika]

Tugger's first reaction was an expletive, followed by a growl. "I told you, I'm fine." he snapped, "Ain't none of your business where I was."

[victoriousscarf]

"None of my...? Tugger, that was my grade and yours you just blew by not being here, beside which, you look terrible." Misto's ears were flickering back and forth as the teacher ended the class for the day, but he was barely paying attention to them, or the next day's homework assignment.

[amanika]

Tugger growled again, partially at realising just how much of the class he had missed. "I look fine. Y'need your head testin'." he snapped, "I didn't ask t'be late alright, it wasn't planned." he went to pick up his bag, "Speakin of bein' late, I've gotta-" Tugger cut off with a sharp intake of breath as he tried to take the weight of his bookbag on his injured shoulder.

[victoriousscarf]

"You are not fine," Misto insisted, watching him and actually taking the bookbag away from him. "I'll carry this if you want, but you're not fine. The hell happened?"

[amanika]

"Give me that," Tugger snatched the bag back with his left hand, not at all grateful for the help. "Ain't none of your business, I told you that once already!"

[victoriousscarf]

"Well, it's somewhat my business," Misto snapped in reply. "Everlasting cat, you always this angry and uptight?"

[amanika]

"Only when someone like you don't know when t'let somethin' go, you got no idea about me so don't even try t'guess what I'm like."

[victoriousscarf]

"I never said I had any idea of what you're like, simply that you're currently not okay," Misto replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you know what? Whatever. You don't want to talk about it, fine, just don't screw up again when it comes to school, alright?" His tail came up to wrap around his left leg as he spoke.