Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 12/17 ].

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It was the last class, and Kūkaku would have been feeling pleased about it if she wasn't so damn irritated. She hadn't realized quite yet that she probably shouldn't have changed her bandages this morning, so she was stuck with a terrible, terrible itch underneath them until she figured it out.

Considering how many bandages she had and how few hands....this was leaving her in an abrasive mood.

"Ah-right," she muttered, sneering slightly as her hand went to town at trying to get the itch out of her hair before it moved to the end of her stub. "Last day. Final. Hopefully, there should be no surprises here or else ya haven't been payin' attention, in which case, I'm surprised ya still got your stupid limbs left."

There was a bit of a probably distracting shift, as Kūkaku scratched her head again and had to lift a leg to use her toes to get the gnawing at her ankle.

"First part'a class: written exam. All the technicals, the chemistry, the equations, the materials, so hope ya haven't forgotten all that stuff. Then, to the danger shop, and you've got set up for me a gunpowder bomb, a pipe bomb, a time electrical bomb, and then, and here's the real kicker on how well you do, ya gotta not put me to sleep with a decent fireworks display. The bigger, the better, but don't lose the art of it, either."

Kūkaku had to rub her wrist against the small of her back, the only way she could figure out to take care of that itch. She had no idea why she itched so badly, but she was going to try to hide that anything was wrong. So help her if it turned out contagious or serous and she had to go see a freakin' doctor...

"Pretty self-explanatory, ya? Any questions? I freakin' hope not, but, if ya do, make 'em quick."

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