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[dollsyndrome]

Who: Motoko & her hacking class
When: Sometime Wednesday
Where: The Tech Building
What: The Hacking Class
Rating: PG I think~

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[truthfuliar]

As normal, the second class 'officially' started, Daxter quickly scampered in the room, jumping on top of the desk with a speed someone only with four working paws could do. The tables were flat, luckily; by how unbalanced the ottsel was, he would have otherwise went toppling backwards.

Just because he'd been slow, however, didn't mean he'd been deaf to the question. Or, well, command. No question mark at the ending of that non-existent sentence. Good thing it was something he wanted to answer; this Quza.. something or other looked nice. Very so. "That'd be Daxter, miss. And I'm sure it'll be a choice soon enough, if only to be around~"

'Me' was not added. A lot of people on campus had already proved to be prone to giant fits of smack-the-ottsel-with-a-stick. Haha hilarious.

[dollsyndrome]

She had expected humans, as strange as it was to have an entire class full of pure humans, however it was a little unexpected to find something enrolled in her class that didn't meet the description of "human". At this point in time, it was doubtful that any turn of events that the school could provide could give her any more of a shock than already provided. A kid who talked to invisible friends, and now she was expected to teach something that resembled a meerkat--this was starting to resemble a hallucination more and more.

However, Motoko smirked at the witty and rather clever comment which her student had provided her with along side the name. She could fill in the words, or rather 'word', that the sentence was lacking easily enough. "Confident too. But how will he ever type with paws, I wonder." The look she gave was omnipotent and expectant of the animalistic creature, "Perhaps you'd like to save your witty repartee until after you have something to support your statement? I expect to be impressed."

[truthfuliar]

Well. Acknowledgment of his clever, cunning self. Nice. The ottsel liked. Though the ten-gallon words? Could do without that. It ruined the atmosphere... even if the current atmosphere reminded him too much of gibbering Vin. Though poking fun at that guy had never gotten old.

Poking fun at ladies, however, was not aloud. Trying to get a hit on them? Of course. "I already 'got something to support it, miss~ ...Ah, not a missus, right?" Big muscled brutes were running all over the place, how was he supposed to know things like that?

[dollsyndrome]

"The day I'm a 'missus' anything is a long way off. It's miss for now." She made sure to confirm, not that it was of any real importance.. especially considering her position in this world and outside it as well.

But since this little paw-ful furry had said he had what it took to back up the claim, why not put that statement to the test? Motoko made her way to the part of the room that the little Daxter had claimed as his own. "Well," She waved a hand at the computer, "If you have something to back it, then you wouldn't mind showing off a couple of your skills."