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Standing Richards stretched slightly before wandering off again.

Dean slid down the wall and rested his arms on his knee. He looked to the ground.

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"Yuki! Head in window. Butt on seat. Now!" Ayama ordered, walking into the classroom. She placed some books on the desk and sat behind it. an Unlit smoke behind her ear.

Yuki sat down quickly.

"As you can see, you have no japanese teacher. Lucky for you, I have no class nor apointments now. So you get me? Any questions?"

A boy in the back rose his hand.

"Hand down." Ayama barked. "Good, no questions. Lets get started then."

Raven stared. Not happening. Seriously not happening. He sighed sat down, dropping his head into his arms, deigning to ignore the lesson. At least it wasn't a double.

"So, Japanese. WHat do we do in Japanese?" Ayama wondered allowed as she made her way through the ailes. "Well obviously it seems some of us don't pay attention. Raven." Ayama turned, a sour smile on her face. "Enjoying your nap?"

Richard kept wandering until he came to a vending machine. There he stopped and got himself a bottle of water.

Dean looked up and tensed. Great, seemed Master Dick had this line off to.
The american looked away, hoping that the englishman pissed off.

Uncapping the bottle and drinking from it, Richard started walking again...that was until he tripped...over Dean.

Dean swore and looked up. "Ever wtach where your going?"

Scowling Richard turned to regard the other, "I wouldn't have to if certain people didn't sit in the way!"

"Sorry, Didn't know this was your walk way too." Dean commented, taking a puff of his smoke.

Raven rose his head and frowned. "Yes." He rested his chin on his hands, glaring over to her.

Snorting softly, Richard just ignored the other in favour of dusting himself of and fixing his hair.

"Then maybe you'd like to conduct this lesson in your own time?" Ayama said. "Or even now. Raven, Stand at the front of the class please."

Dean looked away, taking another deep puff of his smoke.

"No." He said simply, eyes hardening. He turned his gaze to the classroom door rather wistfully. He wondered vaguely if he'd nearly dealt with her long enough to claim something good from karma.

"Nice try kid." Ayama said, she stepped up behind him. Leaning don, she grabbed hold of his chair and whispered. "Get up in front of the class, or have to deal with me after class."

Raven glowered and shoved his chair back, walking up the front, crossing his arms and glaring through his fringe at the rest of the class. "May I sit down now, Ayama?" He asked irritably.

Ayama sat down in his chair and put her feet on the desk. "Looks like your seat has been taken. However since your up there, you can run the class."

Sneering at Dean, Richard pointed at his cigarett.

"That's digusting."

"I'd rather not." He said, a tiny tinge of irritation creeping over his face which he was forcing to blankness. The door looked really good right about now. His eyes darted to his bag.

"So's your attitude." He went to place the ciggarette in his mouth but paused. "Dick." he put the smoke between his lips.

Ayama lent down and pulled his bag onto her lap. She looked back to Raven. "Going to let me teach without falling asleep?"

Scowling angrilly at the other, Richard kicked him in the shin.

Dean swore loudly and grabbed his shin, pulling it back. "What the fuck is your problem with me?!"

"Everthing!" Richard hissed before walking off.