Private Finished Prepare for Trouble, and Make it Double

If she was being honest with herself, Ferret had actually been expecting to get in trouble with the school sooner than she had, and it had only been a few days. Most of her classes frustrated her, but the cultural class most of all given the general conformist angle she got from it. As it stood, the dragon had practically no interest in fitting into this place unless she stood to gain something from it.

It hadn't been five minutes into her first class before Ferret had already started arguing and back talking her teacher. The next two days had involved her digging through the trash for snacks and making an absolute mess, and subsequently gouging out part of a desk with her claws after another student pissed her off. Instead of standard detention, she too was assigned to fix the damage to the desk as well as clean the rest of the room.

Arriving a few minutes late, Ferret glared at the teacher making sure she showed up on her way in, then stared at the other student she saw there. Squinting, she tried to recall where she'd seen the pixie, strolling nonchalantly over and crossing her arms. "Didn't think anyone else would be here. You fuck up a desk too?"

Nebula's defensiveness about her choice of words caught Ferret a little off guard, but she cracked a smile a moment later. "Sure, yeah yeah. Not fucked up. You can clean it off." As far as answering what it was that she did, she figured it would be easy to go ahead and just show her.

Moving towards the back of the class, ths dragon lifted up one of the desks there and headed back over to Nebula to set it down next to hers. Around the top there were a number of easily visible claw marks that had dug into the surface of the wood. "Got pissed off at somebody and didn't realize how fragile this thing was, I guess. That, and I went through the trash a few times to grab a snack."

Ferret did nothing to acknowledge the teacher speaking other than a brief moment of eye contact, huffing lightly after a moment and turning her attention back to Nebula. She agreed that it was going to be a pain in the ass to fix the desk, honestly not really understanding the point. Not like it didn't serve its purpose anymore.

Then, of course, like many people had so far Nebula seemed weirded out by hear eating out of the trash. It still confused her how people could be so hung up on something so harmless. "Well, apparently I have to use some tool thing to buff it out, whatever that means. And as far as my snacks go, those options mean I would have to leave class, which doesn't help when I'm hungry at the moment. Besides, not like it's hurting anyone. Nobody's using it anymore."

Gluttony demon? Ferret scrunched up her forehead at that for a moment while she tried to remember what those were, since they had covered sin demons about a week ago. The giant appetite part certainly did apply though, and she couldn't help but grin a little at that. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I have to eat about...I think they said around seven times as many calories as an average dragon my size. So yeah, I do get hungry a lot, buuut..."

Trailing off, she took a moment to drift to the front of the class and pick up the little electric buffer they had set out for her to use. The teacher glanced at her to make sure the right person was using it before dismissing her, and the dragon then slid back over to Nebula on the flats of her feet. "Anyways. A lot of the time eating also helps me focus. I can get really really distracted really easily, and it's frustrating. I guess it probably could be a good idea to talk to them about it."

Pausing, she glanced down at the handheld machine, manually spinning the wheel on the end and squinting. "Uh. You know how to use this thing? You seem like you'd be smart with stuff like this."

Ferret leaned back on the desk she was tasked with fixing while Nebula talked. She seemed to think it was a pretty big deal, but personally the dragon didn't really see it that way. It's just how it had always been, and she had been mostly fine so far. However, talking it out with school officials so she could avoid being stuck doing this kind of thing again was worth it at the very least.

"Yeah, that sounds easy enough I guess. I'll have Straga come and talk to them with me or something. See if I can just have an official snack sack." Snickering for a moment, she took the buffer back and flipped the switch to turn it on, then off again, doing this a couple times before the mild entertainment brought on by the new thing wore off. She started to work on the desk, slowly but surely smoothing out the claw marks a little at a time. "So what kind of place are you from, anyway?"