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Neve just grinned as he pointed her out, "No way; your food's gross. You should get some better stuff, liiike....Chocolate bars or gummy worms. You'll be way happier and totally less dorky if you do; trust me." She winked up at him, not that he'd see it with how often he looked around himself rather than down at her. "You look so shifty; people are bound to be suspicious when you're going around like that," she snickered.

Her tiny brows flew up, and she snorted, "You're asking me what I want to do! When I'm snooping in your bag? You're so weird!" She sat back up and peeked outside the bag, shuddered at the sight of human school, and ducked back inside. "You can totally go back to class; I can be quiet. Enough."

Neve brightened up a little again, just a little, her wings shimmering faintly within the depths of his bag, those and her voice the only things that assured him she hadn't flown off somewhere. "You bet your dorky butt I am!" she said with the biggest grin. "We could go sneak into a restricted room right now, get a little frisky..." She stuck her tongue out, "I'm just teasing you. Gotta see what you're like before I can calculate just how much trouble to get you in! This stuff is a science."

Neve leaned back when she saw this giant hand coming straight down at her, only to focus on the chocolate bar he set in front of her. She glanced up at him, wondering if he was being serious. When he didn't take the chocolate away, she shifted to sit on her feet and went to try and claw off a chunk of chocolate--and failed. "Thanks," she said, slightly muffled.

"Could not! If they did, they would've said something I bet," she huffed and stuck her tongue out at him. The pixie leaned over to dig her teeth into the corner of the chocolate to get a mouthful, leaving behind the tiniest little teeth marks. "No way! I earned my wings a while ago; no way am I going through that again! How embarrassing would it be for a wingy to go back to school? Human school, at that..."

Neve burst out laughing, cackling so hard she fell on her back inside of his bag. "Ohh, that's good!" she laughed, wiping a tear from under her eye. "It's gonna be fun teasing you, Aero! No way am I gonna pass up the chance to make you go that red." She scraped off another chunk of chocolate, smearing it all over her face.

She giggled, "C'mon, c'mon! I like shy boys like you. You don't wanna get it ooon?"

"You 'don't know', huh? Well hey, a don't know's better than a no! I could totally still work my charms," Neve winked up at him and popped her head out of the corner of his bag again, at least trying to stay hidden while she saw where they were going. "Kiddiiing, kidding! I'm not that desperate, I think."

Once he sat down, the pixie flew out of his bag and zipped around the tree, noting its height. She landed on his leg and grinned up at him as she hugged her chocolate to her chest. "Okay fine, a school based off of human culture!! If one of us had to go to school for thirteen 'years', we'd be seen as a failure in pixie society...Besides, we think it's the parents' jobs to raise their children and teach them things they need to know, not some stranger with a piece of paper that says they're an O-K teacher. . .Ramble ramble, I talk too much!"

She hmph'd a little and buried her face back into the chocolate for another big, messy bite. "Hooorrible! Hate it, bleeeh!" The pixie made fake gagging noises and pretended to dry heave like she was going to vomit on him, then stopped and giggled. "It's reeeally good; super duper tasty. Want some?" She held up her tiny chocolate bar with all its mini pixie teeth marks in one of the corners.

Neve felt a strange emptiness when her spiel went unheard. She rubbed the back of her neck and guessed that she really did have to act like a bimbo to get some attention around here. The thought annoyed her, and she quick jumped up from Aero's leg and planted her feet on the tree trunk, running perpendicular around and around in speedy little circles like she was walking on walls. "Weeeee!"

"I told you at least two times already, you dork!" she huffed, pushing off the tree to flit around in the air with her hands on her hips. "Don't you ever listen? I said that I was trying to have a nice day, dang it! It's just what I do because I want to." The pixie huffed and kicked around an imaginary rock in the air.

"We're hanging out; what else would we be doing? Did you expect something else to happen with a pixie whom you caught hiding in your bag?? I can do a little jig for you! Ooor...Curse your whole family to have warts for three generations! I actually can't cast curses, so don't ask for that one please." Neve sat down mid-air, her wings beating firmly behind her to keep her aloft. She nibbled the corner of the chocolate and eyed Aero.

Neve puckered her lips and made a silly face when he changed the topic back. She looked at him for a bit and then did a little hmph and a huff. "I forgive you," she pouted. "Yeah, but it's not really private teaching; our parents just....raised us. Taught us how to be normal, independent people. In this place, other people do the parents' jobs! You got tons of kids asking why schools don't teach them how to 'balance a checkbook' or whatever, but that's really something a parent should be teaching their child."

"And ummm...No idea! We don't really keep track of time. Buuut, I'm considered an adult back home because I have my wings!! Newborn pixies don't have wings; they have to earn them." Neve unfolded her legs and did a couple flips and rolls in the air, getting her wings to shimmer in the daylight for him. "See, I bet you don't mind 'cuz I'm cute! What if I was a scary ol' murder pixie, come to eat all your food and your homework?"

Neve pretended to crash land in the grass, mimicking a drop and explosion noise as she did so. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him with her tongue stuck out. "Good! It'd suck squirrel butt if I made your day boring! I'm having tons of fun, so I guess thank you too. You sure you're okay skipping class, goody-two-shoes? What if you get detention?"