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Characters: Arthur and Conquest students
Format: Action or prose.
This log is: open
Location: In his class room
Summary: Crime solving class!
Warnings: Possible violence?

[ on each desk there was ink, paper and jars.

arthur stood in front of his class and begin to explain what was going to happen for the day ]

Good afternoon, class. Today's lesson can be difficult — we're going to learn how to identify different fingerprints.

[ he's dipping his fingers in the ink and pressing it against the paper ]

Once you've made your finger print, exchange with your partner, and I shall go over the instructions.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Um... Do we have to? This seems kind of messy.

[ frowning ]

It's just ink, you can wash it off with water.

[ She continues frowning. She'll just wait for someone else to start. ]

[Yuki will start!]

She covers her fingers in ink and presses them onto the paper]

Is this good?

[ he nods ]

Try not to drip the ink.

Yes, sir.

[she is careful to not drip it, and she's pretty sure that she did without messing up]

What should we do after?

[ handing her a microscope ]

Look at it through here, along with your partner's hand.

[always... so late to class. She comes in at least fifteen minutes late, looking like she's finishing up a snack.]

[ glaaaaare ]

Where have you been?

[a little surprised.]

Eh? Me? [goes back to finishing up that snack.]

... [ sigh ]

Yes. You, where have you been and what do you think you're doing eating in class?

I vus humgry-. [she says, still chewing... well at least she's done eating now.] I mean, I was hungry.

Hungry enough to earn your way into detention?

[Marik does as he's told...a bit too eagerly, I might add. His finger print is a little smudged in having to press it down really fast and all.]

[ Rose goes about her printing much more slowly, feeling for the ink jar and paper before dipping her finger in and applying it to the proper surface. Then she passes her print to her left, assuming somebody's there from the sound of breathing. ]

[ he watches rose, the way she presses the ink is very delicate and careful enough not to smudge ]

Good job, Rose. You know what you're doing.

[ She gives a hollow smile. ]

I'll take your word for it. It's a pity the grooves of one's fingers aren't deep enough to observe through touch.

[ he was a teacher, it was his job to ask ]

Are you all right, Rose?

[ She goes red. She didn't need pity. ]

Physically fine. Just a little lacking in the vision department, is all.

[ Oh, great. And in front of the whole class, too. ]

[ arthur goes red as well.

he didn't mean that ]

Ah, I meant....

[ what did he even mean? she looked depressed, he wanted to know if she was feeling all right ]

I was going to ask if you were upset.

No. [ She doesn't really feel like spilling her heart out to a stranger right now. ] But I'll update you if that changes.

What should I do with the fingerprint? [ Staring hard at a spot about three inches to his left. She means, "what do I do with it if I can't see it". ]

[ he's feeling guilty now, he probably should have asked her earlier... but he didn't know ]

I apologize, Rose. I didn't have any idea.

It's fine. [ Argh, she's still being singled out! This is really not helping! ]

I've gotten rather good at disguising it. I'll consider it a compliment.

[Finger painting! Kotaro liked Arthur, who was a black blood like himself, but he didn't really understand this class or what he was supposed to be doing.

He didn't really understand most his lessons, and was often found daydreaming or drawing. Now he is dipping his finger in the ink to make pretty pictures on the paper.]

[ face meets palm when seeing Kotaro play around in the ink. seriously, did he ignore the whole lesson? ]

Mister Kotaro, what on earth do you think you're doing...

[Kotaro looked up and gave a small grin, showing him the paper.] Drawing, I'm drawing the train see!

[He had a feeling he might be in trouble but sometimes pretending everything was fine worked with his brother. Sometimes, rarely...]