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With a determined look, the nineteen year old glanced to her left and right around the now empty hallway. She had a goal in mind and she could not wait to get started on it. Her grip on the two bags tightened giddily as her feet took her across the hallway and to the classroom that she knew was unlock. It seemed as though she was in no hurry. Well there was no rush really, but Poppy Lockwood was just being dramatic as if it were something from Mission Impossible.

However, when she heard the sounds of footsteps and voices from behind, screw taking her time, she made a dash for the classroom. After shutting the door, she dropped out the contents of the bag -- candy. Lots and lots of candy. In the other bag contained multiple packets of oreos, doughnuts and boxes of toothpaste. Oh how she looked forward to this prank.

Poppy sat on the teacher's chair and put her legs up on the table as she get started. Obviously it was wiser to have prepared her materials before so she could now just put her plan in action. But eh. She could make do. So part one. After separating the oreos, the girl peeled off the cream and instead replaced it with toothpaste. It was not the easiest task but after a few, she had a momentum going.

Still, she managed to get toothpaste all over her hand. On the table. The place looked like a mess, especially with the candies scattered all over and around the desk. Now, it would be a shame. If. Something. Were. To. Happen.

[Chris Grayson]

”Well now what have we here?”

Chris figured his day had started out relatively normal. From his memory, nothing had stuck out to him. He’d gotten up, got dressed, and went about with his typical day. However it was as he was walking through the halls when he spotted something peculiar. Some girl dashed into one of the classrooms with a few heavily loaded bags by her side, and Chris couldn’t help but be curious. Which explained why he decided to head into the classroom instead of go to his next course. When Chris opened the door he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this.

”Holy shit.” He said, looking at the scattered candy with a face of bewilderment. ”Did a few piñatas fucking explode in here?”

Unless there was a party he hadn’t got the memo for, Chris had no idea why there was this much damn candy. His eyes went from the scattered treats up to the girl seated behind the desk. He had to squint a little to figure out what was before her on the desk. When he did Chris snorted and approached.

”Seriously? Toothpaste and Oreos? What is this, fifth grade?” He leaned one hand on the desk and eyed her handiwork. “Why the hell do you have so much? You planning on fucking with the entire school or something? Even if you are,you’re going to have to be damn quick and elaborate with this shit.”

Chris picked up one Oreo and checked it before eating it. Then he looked at the girl again and raised an eyebrow.

“Name’s Chris by the way.” He stated, picking up another untouched Oreo to chew. ”Want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing with a baby prank like this?”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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The voice that pierced through the silence jerked the brunette from her comfy sitting position in the chair. The cookie in her hand clattered to the ground, leaving a trail of toothpaste before it. Poppy rolled her eyes. Yes it was a mess, but the whole prank was heading into that direction but that particular mess was not the kind of mess she was looking for in the prank right now. "No, a toddler gave up all his candy because he decided he didn't want fucking cavities anymore," she replied in an equal sarcastic tone. Reaching down, she took the fallen piece of oreo and chucked it in the bin.

Poppy Lockwood seriously needed to lock the doors before she get started on a prank. It was one of the reasons why she was doing this one. This time around, it was a more elaborate version of the one before where the nineteen year old failed to execute because the victim of her trick walked in while she was still setting up. And it was all because she forgot to lock the god damn door. However, the boy that walked in now was not a teacher. That she was certain, especially with the way he spoke.

Fifth grade? Yeah, she knew it was probably not the most well thought out prank but the girl was not in a pranking competition or whatever. Plus, she liked using candy. A smirk formed on her lips as she finally saw just how much candy she had gotten. "Hey, you go big or go home, right?" A childish part of her felt really giddy, seeing so much candy. The pink, purple, yellow, orange wrappers looked so well together.

She let him take the uncontaminated oreos, since there were more stocks of it anyway. "What are you, a pranking cop? Well then officer Chris, if you must know I have an odd fascination with using candies for pranks. There's something about bringing diabetes to the person that I find so much joy in." Then, because he had basically insulted her, she acted on impulse. With the toothpaste in hand, she squirted it in his face.

[Chris Grayson]

”Really? Wow that toddler’s a shit ton of a lot nicer than I was back then.” Chris had to snicker. ”Cavities or not, I would’ve kindly told you to ‘fuck off’ before stuffing my face right in front of you. Kids these days must be getting sweeter or some shit.”

Granted Chris was aware he’d been a much more rambunctious case then most kids even back then. Combined with Richy, he knew he’d been a right terror to look after. Leaning against the desk, Chris smirked widely.

"Hey, you go big or go home, right?”

That made Chris chuckle and shake his head. His gave didn’t need to go far to find evidence that the girl was definitely going big. Chris half-hearted checked under his foot just in case he’d stepped on candy too.

”Right now I think you’d challenge fucking Godzilla.” He mused as he put his foot back down seeing it was clean. ”It’s like a mini Willy-Wonka factory in here.”

Since he hadn’t been stopped- although it won’t have made a difference- Chris continued eating the untouched Oreos and watching the girl. While his pranking days had mostly died down, Chris could appreciate a well thought out one. He was partially curious how this girl was going to execute it.

"What are you, a pranking cop?”

Chris grinned at that and only shrugged in answer, popping another cookie into his mouth.

"Well then officer Chris, if you must know I have an odd fascination with using candies for pranks. There's something about bringing diabetes to the person that I find so much joy in.”

A laugh actually left Chris’s lips as he couldn’t help but compare her dually to Richy and Riley. However the toothpaste splattering onto his face make him abruptly stop and stare. A few heartbeats of silence passed before Chris leaned forward slowly and wiped off some of the toothpaste from his face. He glared at Poppy with a dead serious expression. Then, quick as a flash, he reached forward and spread the paste down her nose, cracking a smile.

”Most assholes would piss themselves before even thinking to do that. You’re pretty ballsy.” He snickered. ”Ever giving me your name, cupcake? Or am I calling you that forever?”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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All she did was rolled her eyes at his comments. And when he compared the state of the room to one of her favorite stories of all time, the nineteen year old beamed at him. He might sound condescending but at least he knew how to make as reference. Glancing at the candies strewn all around the teacher's desk, it was hardly anywhere near Willy Wonka's factory but it was still a shit ton of candy. Moreover, she was still expecting another more rounds of bags of candies. Apparently, Cash Hunter was running late with her delivery again. "Thank you, I take that as a compliment. Though this isn't all. Imagine like five times more candy than there is now."

Honestly, Poppy Lockwood was a very impulsive girl. The last time she tried to pull a less elaborate version of this prank, she ended up in some way assaulting Mr. Buckles, the intruder who just so happened to be the victim of the trick. However, Chris got off way waaaaay easier than the last prank intruder. Whilst she only squirted toothpaste at him, she had attacked thrown a chair at the other man.

Well since the boy now was not a teacher, she doubted she would get in trouble if she threw a chair at him at all.

With the death stare and glare he gave her, he did look quite menacing especially with the big built body of his. But no matter, she did what she did and she was going to stand her ground. And when he spread it all over her nose, the corners of her lips quirked up, feeling glad he saw some humor in it. Her nose scrunched up as she felt the liquid on her skin.

"Hmmm cupcake? I quite like that actually," she said as she rubbed the toothpaste off her nose. "But if the officer wishes to know..." Squirting some more onto her fingers, she reached towards him. "The name's Poppy," said the girl as she traced the toothpaste on his face, making a disfigured mustache.

[Chris Grayson]

"Thank you, I take that as a compliment. Though this isn't all. Imagine like five times more candy than there is now.”

Chris’s eyebrows shot up for a moment before he laughed and slapped the table. Once again his eyes went to the candy strewn around before returning to the girl with an smirk gracing his features.

”Seriously? More candy? You weren’t kidding when you said you liked giving people fucking diabetes.”

If he’d not already compared the girl to Richy, Chris certainly was now. It wasn’t exactly the same style Chris knew, but the magnitude of the prank was around Richy’s level. He couldn’t help but smile and shake his head before pulling off his little toothpaste stunt. Chris dared to say he saw a hint of worry in the girl’s expression, but considering he was looking at her grimly gave him his explanation. However he wasn’t feeling quite so mean and could spot the tiny smile on the girl’s face after he’d smeared the paste.

"Hmmm cupcake? I quite like that actually.”

Chris’s smirk grew once more and he looked at Poppy, bemused. He was not used to getting such a respond to his nicknames, but when he did it was usually a treat.

"But if the officer wishes to know...The name's Poppy.”

Chris actually held still when she was smearing the toothpaste on his to create a mustache. Once she finished he scrunched his face up, the feeling a little ticklish. Not to be outdone Chris got some toothpaste too and drew a sloppy monocle around Poppy’s left eye.

”Well I say, Sir Poppy, that you’ve got one hell of an interesting name.” He rubbed the toothpaste off his fingers. ”I mean who the hell names their kid ‘Poppy?’ Did you fucking pop out of the womb or something? Or maybe your parents just had a love for seeds. I mean if they loved poppy seeds then it sure as hell would explain why you’re crazy enough to be getting this much damn candy.”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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Oh he laughed. It seemed Chris found what she was planning to do hilarious. It certainly was a better reaction than the one she received from Richard Buckles. The brunette nodded her head with a proud smile as she agreed that there would indeed more candy than there was now. "Of course, my delivery is running late..." A hint of dissatisfaction could be heard in her tone. No doubt Cash had probably forgotten about it because that boy was too busy chatting girls up. Poppy rolled her eyes at the thought before looking back up to the boy in front of her. "Guess I'd just have to make do," she said, shrugging and gesturing to the pile of candy before them.

One of the only reasons why the nineteen year old dared to smear more toothpaste on Chris was because he had not lashed out about it the first time around. But the second time his hand reached out towards her, her shoulders tensed a little as her mind flashed back an unpleasant memory. She was not a fool. A man with a built body like Chris could do some damage alright. Poppy remembered the night she met Raven Rander and their encounter with the drunken man. She remembered the hard grip on her wrists. Grazing her knees on the ground. The fight. So when Chris drew in a circular motion around her eye, the girl let out a breath of relief and a chuckle. Okay, now she was just being dramatic for no reason at all. Ha.

Oh hell yeah it's interesting. "Hey, have you tried poppy seed muffins? They're fantastic." She sent a silent thank you to Morri for telling her about it. This of course was not the first time Poppy had to deal with people insulting making comments on her name. She found it quite amusing really. "Or you know, they were high from the drug," she said lightheartedly. Because she was not one to let others have the last word, she leaned against the side of the desk and picked up the tube of mint toothpaste where it was turquoise in color. "Come here." Without waiting, she grabbed his hand and started spreading toothpaste on his fingernails, as if it were nail polish. After three fingers in, she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in the eye before continuing her work. "Bet you don't have an interesting story to go with your name."

[Chris Grayson]

"Of course, my delivery is running late...Guess I'd just have to make do.

Chris snorted and rolled his eyes, staring at the girl like she’d grown a second head.

”’Just have to make do?’ Fucking hell, you’ve got enough sweets to give a first grade class a horrible case of diabetes.You’ll do more then ‘make do.’”

Scoffing, Chris focused instead on perfecting the monocle he was drawing on Poppy’s face. However he had noticed the way she tensed up; it was almost as if she were expecting him to hit her. A slight frown curved his lips downward at the thought. Chris knew he could be a real jerk at times and certainly someone with a temper, but he’d never imagine himself to be someone to hurt a girl like that. Although she relaxed now, he was curious about her initial reaction and the reason for it.

"Hey, have you tried poppy seed muffins? They're fantastic.”

That was enough to make Chris pause from getting more toothpaste in order to make the chain to his monocle. He raised an eyebrow at Poppy and smirked.

”So a Poppy who eats poppies? You fucking savage. It’s like goddamn cannibalism.” He stated dryly before drawing the line down Poppy’s cheek. ”No I haven’t had poppy seed muffins. I’ve had the bagels though. They’re ok. I’d hardly call them fantastic.”

"Or you know, they were high from the drug.”

That got a snicker from Chris and he grinned wickedly at Poppy.

”Now that would explain a shit ton."

Chris eyed Poppy when she leaned over to fetch yet another tube of toothpaste. His gaze narrowed suspiciously.

"Come here.”

He smirked; if the girl had known him better she would’ve known that Chris wasn’t exactly one to follow orders. Although she did manage to surprise him by grabbing his hand regardless and started giving him a pasty manicure. He snickered again as he watched, deciding to let her do whatever considering she now sported a lovely minty monocle over her eye.

"Bet you don't have an interesting story to go with your name.”

Chris gave her a look as he registered that as a challenge. Rolling his shoulders back and puffing up his chest, he adopted a look of mock pride.

”I’ll have you fucking know that I got it from my grandfather who fought in the war. He was a seasoned vet and survived around fourteen bullet wounds, including one right in the middle of his goddamn gut. After that he went on to join the Spartans and save the world from the Covenant. However they ended up getting a surprise visit from a bunch of unicorns, which ended in the long Battle of Candy Mountain.” Somehow as he spewed all his bullshit, Chris managed to keep a straight face. ”So yeah I’ve got a pretty damn interesting story to go with my name. More interesting than a muffin.”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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The funny and possibly strange thing with this prank Poppy Lockwood was that she did not like eating candy all that much really. Even as a child, the girl did not have a sweet tooth. She was not a candy addict but she loved using candies for pranks. And for this prank today, she definitely needed more bags full of candy if she were to cover the entire room with it. But Chris did not need to know what she had planned on turning the classroom into so yeah she would have to make do. She rolled her eyes at his remark.

Since the boy was only drawing a monocle over her eye, the tensed muscles in her shoulders were released. Even though it had been some time since the unpleasant encounter, Poppy did not like being in that position. Nobody would really. Was she afraid of big burly men? Not particularly but her defense mechanism kicked in whenever one got too close. Being vulnerable was not anyone's cup of tea.

Poppy chuckled when he basically had called her a cannibal. "Hey I'm fucking goddamn delicious," she said before sticking her tongue out at him. Of course there were times when she questioned her parents' state of mind when they decided to name her, but the brunette was fond of her rare and unique name despite the many comments people seemed to have about it. Personally, she quite liked the fact that her name could be a topic of conversation.

As she polished his nails with the toothpaste, she was glad he let her do it anyway instead of jerking his hand away. So she listened to him as he rattled off his little story. The girl snorted at the mention of Battle of Candy Mountain. "Har de har har," she said once Chris finished spewing the ridiculous tale of his. "Hey, muffins are delicious. You've obviously never had the pleasure of savoring one. Truly savor it and experience all the joy it brings." She stopped herself before she continued to rattle on about the flower and the drug and its history.

Finally, once she had done all ten of his fingernails, she smiled proudly at her handy work. "Well don't you look fabulous," she noted his turquoise colored nails. "You know, you have the mustache, and now the nails. Why don't I complete the look?" She squirted some of the toothpaste into her palm and reached out towards his hair.

[Chris Grayson]

"Hey I'm fucking goddamn delicious.”

Chris couldn’t contain his laughter even if he cared to, shaking his head. He raised an eyebrow when she stuck out her tongue, but a wicked grin was on his face.

”I don’t think you thought out what that could also mean.”

It had been to good of a chance and Chris had to point it out. If the girl still didn’t get it, Chris would only laugh harder. He was already smirking from when she stuck out her tongue.

"Har de har har. Hey, muffins are delicious. You've obviously never had the pleasure of savoring one. Truly savor it and experience all the joy it brings."

Now it was Chris’s turn to snort, staring down at his nails.

”I never said I never had muffins you doofus. I’ve never had you’re supposedly ‘fantastic’ poppy seed muffins.” He held up one hand that Poppy had completed to observe her handy work. ”Besides how would you know how to truly savor something? What are you going to give me fucking lessons on it?”

He put his hand back down and eyed the girl. From what Chris could see she was clearly proud of the little “makeover” she’d given Chris.

"Well don't you look fabulous."

Chris only snorted at that, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"You know, you have the mustache, and now the nails. Why don't I complete the look?”

When Chris saw the toothpaste covered palm approaching his hair, he acted quickly. His own hand shot out and grabbed hers, slightly entwining their fingers and quite possibly ruining the wonderful nails he’d just gotten done. Chris was shaking his head and pointing at her with his other hand.

”Oh no you don’t, candy fiend. You’ve made me look even more fabulous enough. Any more and I may break the fabric of fucking reality. Besides,” He stated with a wicked grin ads he dabbed his free hand in some more toothpaste before reaching out to her instead. ”I don’t think you’ve got nearly as much paste as I do now. We need to fix that.”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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Her mouth opened to retort to what he said, but she clamped it shut instead. She gave the boy an unamused look. The fact that Chris was thinking of another meaning to what she said had Poppy Lockwood rolling her eyes. "Oh please." Only one of them found amusement in her statememt. At least in the the other sense.

Even as they conversed, the girl kept on doing what she was doing with her nails. She was already halfway through, there was no point in not continuing. Besides, unfinished work made her cringe. "And I have never said that you've never eaten a muffin before, doofus. I just mentioned how you've never truly enjoyed one. Poppy seed ones or not. Which I do reccommend for you to try one. Seriously" She gave him a small smile. "And one does not need lessons to appreciate and savor something! That should come naturally. But I guess it isn't the same for an ass."

When he stopped her hands on their journey to his head, her face scrunched up and she gave an exaggerated pout. "Oh boo..." She eyed their intertwined fingers with the sloppy toothpaste all over, a result of the contact. So because her plan did not go as she wanted, Poppy's free hand quickly reached out his. Now both their hands were intertwined with the other. She viewed it as fairness really. Since she could not make her move, Chris was not going to as well.

"Hey what fixing? I got this cool monocle, no?" She tilted her head back as if she was posing for a picture to show Chris his handy work on her face. Poppy did not want to let his hand go. She had a feeling he would then slap some of those toothpaste on her because she knew that was what she would do. "Besides coming for a makeover, what else brings you here, officer?"

[Chris Grayson]

Oh please.

Even if it was slightly childish, Chris was cracking up. He could tell she wasn’t nearly as amused as he was, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he snickered. His sense of humor was his own and he didn’t care if only he loved it.

"And I have never said that you've never eaten a muffin before, doofus. I just mentioned how you've never truly enjoyed one.”

Chris dramatically rolled his eyes and even a bit of his head at that statement, pretty sure he’d enjoyed a muffin before. However he kept his mouth shut for once.

"Poppy seed ones or not. Which I do reccommend for you to try one. Seriously”

Chris huffed and looked away for a moment before glancing back at the girl. He rolled his eyes again.

”Fine fine. Because you’re so damn insistent I’ll try one sometime. Happy?”

Chris was actually getting a little curious now about how the muffin tasted, but he would never admit that out loud and especially not to Poppy herself.

"And one does not need lessons to appreciate and savor something! That should come naturally. But I guess it isn't the same for an ass.”

He actually had to smirk a little at that, amused.

”Nope. See we’re a special breed. Everything’s got to be different, we’re that damn special.”

Chris had definitely savored something before, but he ran with what she said instead. it was more ams using to him that way anyways, and truth be told he was definitely enjoying the small banter they were doing.

"Oh boo…”

Chris grinned when he managed to stop her hand, but then she went and stopped his other one as well. Now his grin morphed into a smirk at the stalemate they appeared to be in. Chris knew eh could easily overpower her and get more toothpaste on her if he so wished. however he was actually having fun as it were, so he didn’t break the pause.

"Hey what fixing? I got this cool monocle, no?”

Chris put on a face as if he were closely scrutinizing the monocle. Eventually he nodded his head.

”Considering I’m the one who made it, then yes it looks absolutely fabulous one you. Now all we need are suits and we can go out-fancy the shit out of everyone else.”

The idea of them walking around in suits while sporting a mustache and a monocle made of toothpaste was enough to make Chris snicker slightly.

"Besides coming for a makeover, what else brings you here, officer?”

Chris raised an eyebrow at the question but shrugged.

”Maybe the fact I’d seen some random girl running into a classroom with a bunch of fucking bags like her ass was on fire.” Chris stated drily. ”To be honest I’m surprised no one else noticed you. Everyone else must be fucking blind or really unobservant.”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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A huge smile grew on her face and the girl nodded her head happily. "Very." It was not a matter of life or death. It was just a freaking muffin, but Poppy Lockwood was annoyingly persistent like that. She felt like a kid again who got what she wanted. "And I'll believe it when I see it."

The nineteen year old actually scoffed out loud when he mentioned how special it was to be an ass. To be honest, Poppy was starting to like the boy's easy going upfront he had going on at the moment. He was not being defensive when she called him an ass. It was nice and a pleasure to be conversing with him right now. Despite whatever the hell their topic was. She too was enjoying their small banter. "Right. Like those special needs kids. Aaaaw." Her head tilted and she gave him a mock pitiful look. "You big baby," she cooed.

"Oh yeah, totes fabu," she said in the most girly voice she could muster up. Even though she could not see his masterpiece on her face, she had a feeling she could rock a monocle. She smiled sheepishly. The idea to walk around the streets in a suit and the state of their faces lingered in the brunette's mind for a bit. It painted a pretty wicked picture which had Poppy actually considering what Chris had suggested -- even if he had been serious or not.

"Or you know, everyone is in their respective classes?" She pointed out. The gravity manipulator was not stupid. She would not be walking out in the open with the bags full of candy just like that. One, that was stupid because surely people would question what she had in the bag. And she was not stupid. Two, the contents were candy. That itself would leave her with a lot of explaining to do. So Poppy did her homework. At that time of day, the classroom would be empty and very little to none lingered the hallways. Well, except one; Chris.

"You know, that idea of yours to strut around town in a suit is looking pretty appealing." Her fingers wiggled. She was beginning to feel the mushy feel of the toothpaste right about now. "So how about it?"

[Chris Grayson]

”I’ll be sure to take a video and put it in slow motion for you to enjoy.”

Chris was slightly mystified with how much Poppy seemed to brighten when he finally gave in to eating a damn muffin. It did manage to make him smile a little, mostly because it reminded him of Sammy. In his own opinion it was just a stupid muffin, but obviously Poppy took her victories where she could.

"Right. Like those special needs kids. Aaaaw. You big baby.”

Chris made a face at her and raised an eyebrow at her little remark. Then his expression changed into a dead serious one.

”Wah.”

He definitely was in a good mood if he was imitating baby noises for heaven’s sake. In fact a smile was soon to take over his face whether Chris liked it or not. He was clearly enjoying himself.

"Oh yeah, totes fabu.”

Chris made a great show of wincing when Poppy used her incredibly girly voice.

”Never do that again. That was so ‘white girl’ that I felt like I got hit by a gallon of bleach.”

Chris was definitely not one to like it when girls got incredibly girly which was probably why the very few friendly girls he associated himself with were mostly punks or the like. Otherwise he was pretty sure his head would explode to put him out of his misery.

"Or you know, everyone is in their respective classes?”

Chris only stared at her before an eyebrow slowly arched itself in question.

”Apparently not because we’re both right here, doofus” Chris pointed out. ”Not that I really give a damn to go to class anyways.”

Chris figured they probably both should’ve been in class. Chris was fine with skipping it anyhow, and if Poppy was here then she must’ve been too.

"You know, that idea of yours to strut around town in a suit is looking pretty appealing. So how about it?”

Chris stared at Poppy hard. His eyes narrowed and it appeared like he was trying to look into her very soul, looking to see if she was serious. After about a minute of silently contemplating the girl, Chris blinked and then shrugged nonchalantly.

”Sure. But do you even have a fucking suit?” Chris asked, lowering both their hands to the table. ”I mean i know I have one because I’m fucking fabulous, but none of my extras would fit you." He stared at her for a few seconds, looking her over. ”I guess we could find a way to make do. Maybe get some younger idiots to give up a jacket or something.”

[Poppy Lockwood]

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"Oh god, you are a big baby!" A goofy smile split her face as she heard the sound that came from Chris. A giggle that could not be held escaped the brunette. There was something she found utterly hilariously adorable about a big burly muscly man making baby noises. You did not see that everyday.

Another round of giggle came from Poppy Lockwood when she saw the effect her very girly voice had on the boy. She bit her lip soon after that when she realized just how badly she wanted to speak in the girliest voice again. "I am so tempted to do it again," she stated with a hint of mischievous in the tone. Just to see what would happen. "I'm not sure if I liked that reaction better or the baby noises you made just now. Oh my god." ...and there she went again.

Poppy was not the girly girl type. But she certainly liked imitating them -- that voice especially. It was pretty amusing and everything just seemed like a much bigger deal than it was initially thanks to the tone of it. Of course, if she had to listen to people talk like that the whole day, she would much rather ship herself off to an island  preferably Lian Yu  and stay stranded in isolation. It was one those things you took in doses instead of the whole bottle at once.

As he pointed out how they should be in class at that moment, the girl did not bother to correct him. Well, Chris probably had a class but not her. Her classes for the day ended before she started this whole thing. Though with that being said, Poppy had no qualms of skipping a class just so she could pull a prank. It would give her and the counselor two things to talk about. Hah.

The narrowed stare he gave her had her eyes darting around the room -- anywhere but his. She wondered if that was his power, reading minds or something like a telepath. When he did snapped out of it, she returned her gaze back to Chris. A frown formed at the fact he pointed out. "Hmm..." She too wondered how she could acquire a suit in a short period of time.

At the suggestion, she perked up. Her fingers slowly wiggled out of his and she patted the side of his face, splatting some of the paste on his cheek. "There, settled." Quickly, Poppy tried to slip away from him and head towards the door, momentarily forgetting the pile of candy she would be leaving behind.