The sun was just starting to set as Flash finished tidying up the classroom. His lack of a need for sleep had made him an unpaid janitor, wanting to clean up rubbish so the cleaners could get more time to rest. While cleaning the room he had came across three notepads, all of which were owned by people he had met. Liona; a nice faunus girl he'd bumped into near the dorms once, Sno; a nice android he'd met in the courtyard and Quartzella; another nice faunus girl that he had accidently covered in snow.
He was conflicted on whether or not to take the jotters to their owners or leave them here. On one hand just showing up and handing them to their owners would be easy, on the other their owners might come around here looking for them and get caught outside past the curfew. He didn't want his friends to get in trouble so he decided he could wait, after all it wasn't like he really had anywhere to go this late.
The heavy robot jumped up onto the teacher's desk, sitting cross legged. He sat his own notepad down alongside the others, in the order FLSQ. Due to his lack of mouth he hadn't noticed that when in a line the letters (when pronounced) sounded like the word Flask, then again he had never had any reason to even own a flask what with him being a robot and not drinking. Regardless the heavy metal man pulled a comic from his hoodie pocket and started to read, waiting to see if the three of them came to retrieve their books.
He was conflicted on whether or not to take the jotters to their owners or leave them here. On one hand just showing up and handing them to their owners would be easy, on the other their owners might come around here looking for them and get caught outside past the curfew. He didn't want his friends to get in trouble so he decided he could wait, after all it wasn't like he really had anywhere to go this late.
The heavy robot jumped up onto the teacher's desk, sitting cross legged. He sat his own notepad down alongside the others, in the order FLSQ. Due to his lack of mouth he hadn't noticed that when in a line the letters (when pronounced) sounded like the word Flask, then again he had never had any reason to even own a flask what with him being a robot and not drinking. Regardless the heavy metal man pulled a comic from his hoodie pocket and started to read, waiting to see if the three of them came to retrieve their books.