With his furry head laying flat upon his desk and red eyes just soaring around the classroom with familiar faces, but doesn't really care for the person and their characters, Baal's floppy ears was near its expire point of a working function as their being drowned with endlessness blunder from the teacher up front; he "noble" structure and lips rapidly bellowing out today's lesson, Baal forgot what he was talking about the first minutes of class. It wasn't he fault that the teacher would spend the remaining of class to talk about, well whatever he was lecturing about. Science? Maybe it's that.
Baal finally lift his head and plant himself between in the cups of his paws staring longingly through the clear picture of the window, narrowing his sights to nothing in peculiar but just the outer world since nothing exciting isn't going on here at the very least. The hellhound release a heavily sigh, rather on purpose or not, though it had capture the attention of the teacher which has storm almost through the rest of the students and their desks to reach the young demon with a blank, but dead serious printed face before opening his mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry, does my class bored you?", the teacher asked, tuning his voice as amusing, but is known to be a trap. That Baal sadly do fall for. "Is there something I can help?"
"Well since you asked, yeah. It's fucking boring! Can you maybe have a little fun with the class? Like... not being here to teach, Mr. Dayma?" Baal replied, grinning and all, not paying proper attention to the sudden face the teacher but only the chuckles and giggles from other students.
And just like that, Baal was slapped with a detention pink slip upon his face (literately) and another load of worksheets in his arms given oh so wonderfully by the teacher, as he said 'to help ease the boredom'. Fuck that cheetah teacher! Baal tried to beam down on the heavily books and paper and also maneuver through the maze-like hallways and its various of students both big, small, abnormal, too normal, and just plain weird; and he's just a simple former king surrounded by peasants. The blood colored dog begun to climbed the one of the thousand of the stairs and entered the outside world, might as well enjoy his time off before being kidnap back inside and serve his time.
A thud poof up the dust off the ground after Baal settled them on the grey stone and give a single wipe on his sweatless brow, then scan the courtyard glazing at the activities of students going about their daily route of socializing with their clique party, and then there's Baal and his loneliness; however, he quite enjoys the peace and not involving himself with the sickly mundane lifestyle and pop culture references. Anyway, he knows he won't take care of these books and worksheets, this type of work is prefer to low lives and give a damn about this school and their future of dreams and fortune. "Time to play 'Find the helpless prey', my favorite!", he chuckle with an evil smirk across his muzzle, and in a nick of a second he spotted his victim: an average looking human just minding his own business, and collect his thought on his classwork it seems, not only that someone with no history of having the hellhound to deal with. Perfect! And with that, Baal, with his still twisted smile on him, muster his books and papers and load them back into his arms, then march towards the teen and pound the heavily load on the bench, leaving an earthquake like state. "Sup nerd!"
@Schrodiner's Cat
