Aimouryllice a'Phoche still hadn't gotten used to how humans did...well, everything. The schedules were jarring, the organized hallways were baffling, the perfectly symmetrical classrooms had her wanting to rearrange the whole school, and all the lessons and expectations were--well, those were familiar. The 'homework' wasn't, however. She still hadn't gotten the hang of 'raising her hand' whenever she had a question, so she often had to be sat down after class to be explained how things worked around here.
You have to wear your uniform when you go to class.
Don't speak out in the middle of class.
If you have a question, raise your hand.
No, you cannot eat raw fish in the classroom.
No, you cannot wrap your fish in your homework.
Aimouryllice had just been dismissed from one such talk and was now making her way through the hallway with her soggy homework and a raw fish that she never got to eat. Not that she would be able to eat it, anyways. She stuck the fish in one of the folds of her kimono (which wasn't appropriate school attire, apparently) and looked back up towards the other side of the hallway when she thought she spotted movement.
You have to wear your uniform when you go to class.
Don't speak out in the middle of class.
If you have a question, raise your hand.
No, you cannot eat raw fish in the classroom.
No, you cannot wrap your fish in your homework.
Aimouryllice had just been dismissed from one such talk and was now making her way through the hallway with her soggy homework and a raw fish that she never got to eat. Not that she would be able to eat it, anyways. She stuck the fish in one of the folds of her kimono (which wasn't appropriate school attire, apparently) and looked back up towards the other side of the hallway when she thought she spotted movement.