Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs || open

[Light]

The fox pokes its head out and looks at her, and he gives her a wary look, "Oh? That thing, what was it again? A parent conference?"

[mationix]

The president nodded. "Yeah, the parents are coming over to check on everything to make sure they put their child in a 'safe and mentally stable environment'," she replied, making airquotes with her fingers wile rolling her eyes.

[Light]

"That's interesting," he muses, "Are your parents going to come?" he shifts the papers and folds them back up before sliding them back into his bag.

[mationix]

She shrugged one shoulder, not knowing if they were going to show up or not. "If they're able to," she replied, rocking on feet. "Yours?"

[Light]

"Mm?" he tilts his head, "Same I guess," he answers with a grin, "Maybe you won't be too bored without me there,"

[mationix]

The president raised her eyebrows. "So you're not going to the conference?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip, "are we taking time out of your precious schedule that you can't stop by?" Her tone got more and more sarcastic with each passing word.

[Light]

"what's the point of going to one every year?" he says with a roll of his eyes, "Nothing interesting ever happens, and its hard to make anything worth going happen at one."

[mationix]

She grimaced. "That's right, you don't have to be forced to go to that retched thing, huh? Lucky...," she said, sighing.

[Light]

"Of course not," he begins to laugh, and the fox starts patting around him his hair to make a place to lay down. "What year in high school are you?"

[mationix]

The president quirked up an eyebrow, looking amused for once. "Stalker much? You don't exactly know tact, do you?" She teased, putting her hands on her hips. "If you must know, I'm a Junior. You?"

[Light]

"I'm notta stalker," he huffs and shakes his head slightly, mindful of his companion, "Stalkers creep on little girls and follow them around, finding stuff out about them without asking. I asked," he points out, "and I'm a senior, kiddo,"

[mationix]

"You're still creeping on girls, Mr. Pervert," she retaliate, crossing her hands over her chest, raising her eyebrows. Could've fooled me, you act like a freshman, she thought dryly to herself.

[Light]

"That was a misunderstanding on your part." he snorts at her, his shoulders shaking, "I told you, that was 100% for scientific purposes. But oh well, people think what they want to anyways."

[mationix]

"Right, and what was that for? Was it to scare away girls?" The president asked, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure you got excellent results if so."

[Light]

"Psychology paper, duh." he taps his temple, "I don't need to creep on girls anyways. Plus its too much trouble."

[mationix]

"Right, you don't even need to try," the president scoffed. Another eye roll. Though her interest was piqued a little at what he had said. "Oh, going into Psych, huh?"

[Light]

"Its a hobby I guess," he replies casually, unaffected by her remark, "More like I try real hard to keep them away," he sticks his tongue out, "Females are such a drag. Who wants one? Not me,"

[mationix]

The president raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Is that so, could've fooled me," she retorted, "though I guess it's none of my business."

[Light]

"Its not your business." he bluntly replies, his red eyes distractedly looking out the window. "Mah, its getting late, I suppose. I should be getting home... And you have a parent thing,"

[mationix]

"You're trying to get rid of me," she huffed, putting a hand on her hip. Though her gaze drifted to the window and a scowl slowly appeared. He was right, unfortunately, the meeting was to be in an hour or so, she had plenty of time to kill. "I guess that's my cue," the president said, turning around and walking back to the classroom again. She flicked her hand in what could have been a goodbye and walked away without another word.