Jyzar was tall and strong, he liked to go up to some folks who were smaller and just gaze down at them. Though he wasn't abnormally large persay. He was just, a little above average lets say.

Jy looked at a picture of his ex-girlfriend hanging in his locker.

He slammed the locker door shut, the picture clamped in his claws, he folded it twice and tore it in half, throwing it into the recycling. His brother Grey walked over across the hall to him, the older wolf wore his black suit and tie, he raised his eyebrows in concern, "Jy, you ok?" He asked. Jyzar groaned, "I'm fine" He replied simply. Grey shrugged and walked away down the hall, turning into a class. Jy sighed once again and straightened his red tie, then walked into his class.

Shibaan lounged in her chair, doodling idly on her paper. The door to the class opened, and she glanced up to see a golden-furred, tall classmate in a red tie walk in. She studied his face, noting the stormy expression.

Jy took his reading glasses out of his suit pocket and began to study his notes, he saw Shibaan doodling in his note book, I wish I could scribble instead of doing buisness class things. He thought.

Shibaan watched him. She snorted as he took out notes. Actual notes. She checked her watch, and then stood up, sauntering over to Jy, and swiped a note off his desk.

"Actual notes? Aren't you the serious one." She grinned, surveying the handwriting.

(Just for planning purposes-when can I expect you to be on? )

Any time between/At 7:00AM Gametime and 5:00 PM game time.

Alright, thanks.

(Oh, and I replied, it's your turn.)

Jy growled and snatched the note back, "I would much rather be Scribbling, But notes are gonna to stop me from failing class" He sighed, "Sorry for snatchin' that up so soon outta your paw so soon" He appologised politely, giving the note back to Shibaan.

She chuckled. "No, I certainly earned the snatching. It's your note. Besides, that was kind of the point." She pointed at it. "You know, notes really aren't that great. Have you ever tried drawing a note instead?" She raced back to her desk and snatched up her notebook. "See, comic strips. Read it and tell me that isn't the best way to remember boring classes ever."