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Oh yes. It was once again time for Hikaru to teach the class in place of Ms. Frizzle.

“Once again, the Frizz is out today.” Hikaru sat on her desk, chin raised at the assembled class. “But we get to do something a lot less complicated today. We’re making balloon cars.” He started tossing empty milk cartons at people, so hoping one would smack Turtle in the head on its way through the air. “The handouts say you only need half of one of these… so find a partner or something and make them.” He hops of the desk, waving his hand dismissively at everyone. This weeks lesson wasn’t all that exciting, so he couldn’t really come up with anything too strange to do with it.

“Of course, if you’d like to propel your car with something much better than air…” He grinned. “I totally snagged some extra supplies.” And with that, he left the front of the class to go play with the vinegar, baking soda, coke, and mentos he’d grabbed on the way to class.

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Valentine saw glue. And balloons. And scissors. And, although the handout was rather straightforward, it appeared that Valentines did not do handouts.
So he settled for dabbling in the glue for a while before seeing how long it would take for the markers to stick to his hands while he juggled them. That seemed far more interesting, anyhow.

Hikaru watched the little show he was putting on, hoping that a glue-covered marker would fall and stick itself to his face..mask..thing.

Valentine was too good for that, really, but if a sticky marker happened to fly off in the direction of a certain TA... well, he couldn't be blamed one bit. Oh no.

It wasn't until she realized she needed a green marker that Turtle noticed that someone seemed to have them all (except for a few that didn't work very well). And was juggling them. It also wasn't until she went over to Valentine did Turtle remember that he still needed to be kicked for the panty theft.

So, promptly, her foot went crashing into his leg and she said, "I need a green marker."

Valentine might have made a squeaking sound that possibly denoted that he was neither dignified, or very important at all. The squeaking sound lied.
He promptly ceased the juggling act, mostly because he had missed half the markers in his flaily reaction to being legstomped, and waved the green one in the direction of the very straightforward individual. He didn't want to be stomped again, so he even had the decency to wipe the glue off of it first.

Turtle appriciated the quick response, swiping up requested marker, but feeling that there was a miscommunication. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You know I didn't kick you for the marker, right?"

"You didn't?" Valentine would have paled slightly, if it was at all possible to do so through a mask. "Then what was it?"

"Oh, I don't know," Turtle crossed her arms over her chest and glared. "Do the words 'panty raid' ring a bell?"

"I was kissing," Valentine said indignantly. Granted, he was boykissing so that the panty raid would be more successful... "It wasn't all that terrible, was it?"

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