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Who: Yuuko and her Philosophy students! (if ya forgot to sign up but still want to join, watever, you'll just have to bribe your teacher more.)
What: A classWhere: In the university building, somewhere in a small, dark room that smells suspicious

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[redribbongirl]

As Davianna walked into the classroom, she took in the scent of tealeaves and dust, actually rather enjoying it. She had enjoyed Miss Ichihara's Divination class and decided to take the Philosophy course just because it was her favorite teacher teaching it. Well, the class did seem interesting in its own way, too!

She sat down in the chair closest to Ichihara's desk, looking around to see that she was apparently the only one in there. "Hello?"

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A bump, a muttered curse, and then Yuuko emerges from under the desk.

"A-hah. Hello, ms. Wallace. How lovely of you to join u--..me. I'm sure the class will be filled with people soon enough." She puts something in a drawer, then closes and locks it. Let's just hope she remembered to put the fire out before hiding her pipe.

[materia_always]

"'Ello!" Yuffie bounded in with endless enthusiasm and energy, Conformer strapped on her back as usual (she'd like to see someone try and take it!).

The smell of the classroom did not stop her, though she did make a comment of "Whoa! Who got ahold of Cid's socks!" before walking over to the teacher and shaking her hand.

"Name's Yuffie! This class will be fun, right?" She shamelessly looked down at Yuuko's boobs, finding them nice to look at. She reached out a finger to poke one.

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"That's opium," she comments idly, then looks up and quickly catches Yuffie's wrist. "That's going to cost you, sweetheart. And it's going to be a very long, boring class. You're in now, though," she grins, still holding Yuffie's wrist.

She pwns ninjas on a regular basis!

[materia_always]

"Not my fault you got some nice knockers, lady! Aw, boring.. I'll take that as a joke!" She returned the grin, retracting her wrist softly and licking her lips. Yuuko would be fun!

Not phased in the slightest she picked out her desk, near the window. With care to her leg brace, she threw her legs on the table and put her hands behind her head, yawning. Lazily she noted that the Conformer was digging into her back, but decided she didn't feel like moving. Closing her eyes, she got comfortable as she waited for something to happen in class.

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"I would be very surprised indeed if my breasts were your fault," she smirks.

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[not_just_white]

Still feeling the effects of her recent lack of activity, Mika strolled through the halls at a noticeably relaxed pace. However, reaching what seemed to be her destination, she couldn't help but be sprung awake by the stench held by the room ahead.

Was this the place? Well, there were some people in there already. Holding her breath, Mika entered the classroom.

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Yuuko is chatting lazily to one of the students. By now, there are about 5 people in there besides Mika (because the mun will handle some NPC's).

The teacher looks up at Mika's entrance and smiles slowly. "Another student? I feel blessed."

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When everyone is there (there are about 10 students now, give or take a ghost), Yuuko claps her hands.

"Alright, everyone! I am your teacher, Ichihara Yuuko. Call me Yuuko-sensei, and I will point at you because I won't bother to remember your names. Right! Who can tell me what they think of when I say the word 'philosophy'?"

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"Oooh! Oooh! Me, pick me!" Standing without being called on, she responded.

"When I think of philosophy I think of dusty old guys reading books, or Nanaki's grandpa with his spinning space machine!"

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Yuuko throws a piece of chalk at Yuffie's head and smiles sweetly. "That would be labeled as 'wrong' and 'insolent', gaining you a very nice 'F'." But if it was pastede on in red ink, would it really matter??

"Try again!"

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Before Yuffie could open her mouth to answer, she saw a piece of chalk coming right at her forehead. Though she had her ninja-reflexes, she had gotten out of the "defensive at all times" mood, meaning she did not expect to be attacked in school. She didn't move as the chalk hit her square in the forehead, standing motionlessly with one finger raised and her mouth half open.

Still frozen, after a moment she spoke.

"So.. I didn't really get an F, right?"