[Tim's not the only one hovering around a little confused. Makoto has barely managed to make it through the lesson without saying something smartassed, and she's been in the same flushed boat the entire time. Her knuckles remain white, clenched in her lap for a moment as she sits there, flummoxed on how to proceed for several moments before a sharp look from the teacher sends her jumping to her feet and spinning away, marching towards an exit. When she passes Tim, catching his mutter, she pauses...and gets an idea.
Yeah. That would probably be better for appearances than storming out, right? Leaning to the side, she pitches her words lower.]
You...could follow me out, or into a private room till everyone's gone?
Table it for later. also poor Tim
Yeah. That would probably be better for appearances than storming out, right? Leaning to the side, she pitches her words lower.]
You...could follow me out, or into a private room till everyone's gone?