school: molly

[shaft]

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week 0, tuesday, pool

[shaft]

[ It's not quite a beach, but lounging by the pool with his legs in the water and his pants pulled up around his knees isn't all that bad.

He looks over when he spots Molly, grinning. ]

Hello, sir. You know, we've been here hardly a week and you've made yourself quite infamous.

[headmt]

[Oh, you know what. What an excellent idea. Molly immediately starts hopping to start pulling his stupid thigh high boots off himself so he can do the same.]

Infamous. That so?

[shaft]

There are already tales regarding both your heads circulating our ragtag group of students. [ join him, it's cozy ] You didn't realize?

[headmt]

[He's absolutely joining. Tossing his boots off to the side and rolling up his dumb circus print pants sticking his feet in there. Maybe disappointingly, they're humanoid feet instead of hooves.]

Oh, trust me, I go around looking like this-- [Gesturing to. Everything. Purple skin. Flashy jewelry. Horns.] Word travels fast. But are they good stories?

week 1, monday, library

[shaft]

[ Something has gone terribly wrong.

In an attempt to use the "computers" in the library, Claude has somehow ended up with at least twenty explicit pop ups (he keeps clicking them), and he has no idea how to close any of the windows, and at least there is no sound.

He really doubts Molly knows technology any better than him but, ] Molly. Do you know how to...?

[ Gestures at the screen. ]

[headmt]

[Peering over at the screen of the computer, squinting very closely. The eyes on his face, though, maybe, maybe it seems like the eye on the side of his neck does as well. A trick of the light, probably. But then he moves to just try and sit on the exact same chair that Claude is sitting at, confident.]

Oh yes. I'm an expert at these.

[don't use the lying task prompt as excuse to just lie to everyone. Industriously henpecking keys? Oh. Seems like he's turned the sound on!]

Ah. The Hot MILFS in your area want to speak to you I think?

[shaft]

[ (light turner voice) just as planned

no jk, Claude just closes his eyes when the volume turns on, though he doesn't move to shove Molly away or escape the situation, so how much of his theatrics are actually real? ]

Unsurprising, I have always been popular. [ Two can lie! ] Unfortunately, I think it's rather rude to abandon present company for another conversation, so we should send them on their way.

[ He doesn't even know what a MILF is... ]

week 1, thursday, springle

[shaft]

[ Claude is in his room! He's not allowed to sleep, so he's just pulling at his face.

Must stay awake or die... ]

[headmt]

[Is he still dressed as a clown.

Molly will poke his head into the room after a bit of letting him sit down, but, you know. Curiosity overrides.]

... You upright?

[shaft]

[ He has mercifully escaped the clown costume, and is in his jammies now. ]

Upright? No. Awake? Desperately.

week 2, friday, dorm

[shaft]

[ At the coffee house. Being a sad sack again. ]

Each week is more harrowing than the last, isn't it?

[headmt]

[A huff of something like laughter, but it's obviously pretty humorless. Just sliding to sit down on ... something. Whatever is around.]

You'd think, eventually, things would start to look up, but it seems we haven't reached rock bottom yet.

[shaft]

Is it really too optimistic to say this might be the worst of it?

[ Flashback to Byleth holding her own arm.

Which was, yesterday. ]

week 1, monday, dorm

[shaft]

[ This is already too much for a Monday. Claude's currently in the dorm, trying to figure out how to dress his wyvern for the cold weather when he runs into Molly.

He immediately holds out a hand. ]

One second, stay back.

[headmt]

[Molly had been wandering about sort of absent-mindedly looking at what seems to be a dirt-stained note, flipping it over in his hands - before he looks up. Just. Tilting his head while he observes this sight. Wow.]

A dragon can't handle a little weather ... ?

[shaft]

She's a wyvern. [ And she looks SICK in tiny plaid shirt. ] Cold-blooded.

[ His eyes zoom on the note, immediately curious. ]

What do you have there?

W5 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[Hi Claude. If he's wandering campus, Molly can be found look at the little memorial set up for everyone. Tilting his head.]

... Is it gauche to loot your own grave?

[shaft]

[ Claude also looks thoughtful. ]

I don't know. It is for you.

[headmt]

[He's sort of eyeballing all of it, playing it casually.]

Still, it's-- Well. Maybe almost for someone else, you know?

week 5, tuesday

[shaft]

Hey, can you stop having sex on Maya's bed?

[headmt]

When did this turn into I was having sex on Maya's bed?

[shaft]

That's definitely the email she sent to the entire school.

I'm going to assume that's not what you're doing, and you're not texting me mid-coitus.

week 6, friday, archery range

[shaft]

[ Claude is chillin' in the archery range, which is no longer extra crispy. He's got Failnaught in hand, and he's firing arrows at the targets, but he spots when he spots Molly. ]

Hey there.

[headmt]

[Hi. He just watches him shoot arrows for a second and then gives him a raised hand of a wave.]

Hey.

[Offering out ... a to-go coffee cup.]

Need any?

[shaft]

[ Claude half expects it to have alcohol, but he's going to take it anyway because he doesn't mind. ]

Thanks. Were you one of the ones out there today?