Plenty of time to spend on sketching... (open)

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    Grey watched as Yume's smile faded from her face, and he couldn't help but wonder what caused the sudden change in Yume's demeanor. He wanted to go over and talk to her even if it meant getting assaulted by various food stuffs. He made his way over to the table where Yume was making no effort to shield himself from the incoming food particles getting hit by some on his way over to her. "Yume are you, are you okay?" Grey wipes some cake frosting from his cheek.

Yume's thoughts drained away as Grey talked to her.
"I'm fine. I guess this whole thing is just starting to bore me."
It was both a lie and the truth. She did want to get away from here. Therefore she could keep a normal face, even though she hid her worries.
"This coat is just really important to me. I don't want to get it dirty or anything."

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    Grey looked into Yume's eyes trying to discern what she was really feeling, but came up short."Well here then. Use mine. I don't think we can make it out of the front entrance, but the lunch lady used a different one that seems to be less under fire. Do you think it would be better to use that or wait it out." Grey draped his long coat over Yume in an attempt to protect hers. If yume agreed he would dash towards the side exit with her in between the wall and himself so that she didn't get hit with food.

Yume looked away when Grey looked in her eyes. She felt a long coat being draped over her.
"Uh yeah... That would be great. Getting away from here I mean."
She grabbed the sword from the floor.
"... Your sword by the way."

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    Grey got his sword when Yume handed it to him. "I appreciate it. I almost forgot it." He brgan to head over towards the area where the lunch lady exited when he noticed that yet another person had walked into the lunch room. This person though had a face full of cake. Cake and anger. Grey had spent a lot of time learning the names of everyone who worked in the nurses office and other health officials because you never know when you may need help. So when he saw Sophia's partial weapon transformation Dread filled every ounce of his body because when it came down to it this whole fiasco was his fault.

Yume flinched when the adult yelled in anger. She did hate it when people started shouting angrily even when it was not directed at her she did want to get out of that place as quick as possible now. Her body just refused to move. The whole room had gone quiet when the woman had entered the room, her face was full of cake and anger.

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    Grey froze, 'This how my world ends. This is how my world ends, not with a bang but with a face full of cake.' Grey jaw dropped and one of his eyes twitched a little as many of the quiet students looked his ways. Grey was completely uncomposed. He took a deep breath and stood up tall, and as he went to straighten out his jacket he realized it wasn't there, instead trying to make it look like he meant to brush off his shirt. He scratches the back of his neck before he clears his throat. "Ahem, I am one of the two that you are looking for."

The blonde turned to Grey, looking slightly confused. He did the first throw? Yume wasn't sure. She hadn't been paying attention until a cake had flown her way. Though it was true that he suddenly was on the other side of the room when the food fight broke out. She couldn't think of a reason as to why he would start a food fight though. He didn't seem like the guy that would randomly throw food around. Her mind was thinking of reasons as to why he would throw with food. The only thing she could think of was revenge though. But that would mean Grey wasn't the first one who had thrown food... Or was she that boring of a person to talk with. Her head tilted as she tried to make sense of this.

((OOC: Sophia is such a party pooper. XD))

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Grey sighed. He didn't really know what else to do. So as he lowered his hand he walked towards Proffesor Exagora he rubbed a hand through his hair. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I will definitely make sure that this place is clean myself." Grey had never been in trouble like this before, but there is a first for everything. Grey would calmly try and get one of the notes from the Proffesor as he turned he looked the student who through the fruit at him earlier before changing his focus to the lunch ladies who had brought out cleaning supplies.

Yume took off Grey's jacket. With no food flying around she should be fine.
"Your coat..."
She handed it over. And then took a broom from the lunch lady and went on to gather the fallen food on a pile. She would almost drool over the delicious things that laid on the ground, but eating from the ground was not what her mind recommended so she just silently piled the mixture of food on the ground. Some of it would leave trails of sauce or icing on the floor. She would clean the broom later she had in mind.

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    An awkward smile spread from Grey's face, and he was left stammering after Yume gave him his jacket, "This is..., you know... You know you don't have to help with this right." Grey wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to look in this situation to come out of it with maximum coolness, but right now he didn't care. Yume was helping him of her own volition when she could have just left with a simple "cya". Grey grabbed a broom and began cleaning mess also making his own pile.
"Thanks Yume."

Yume was busy with her broom.
"I don't mind, it keeps my mind focused."
She said continuing to gather food on a pile. It had become fairly large already. Then the teacher... Yume wasn't really sure if this woman was actually one, because she had never really seen this teacher around before, but she assumed she was a teacher. ... was talking to Grey on how he shouldn't take all the responsibility for this. A weird feeling popped up in her stomach when she said 'girlfriend' coloring her cheeks rose. She didn't react or turn around so it couldn't be seen from her face and just tried to focus on cleaning up which started to look more like she was dancing with a broomstick efficiently gathering the mess in one place.