[Open RL!]

[tyki_tock]

Tyki leaned against the brick in the nook formed by the junction of the main part of the school and the gymnasium. He had the collar of his long black coat turned up and he was working his way through a cigarette

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[peoplesprincess]

Azula had been on her way to the nurse's office, but stopped when she heard voices (and smelled cigarette smoke) from around the corner. She usually didn't hang around degenerates like Tyki and his friends, but then again, she'd be much less likely to get caught and dragged back to that idiot English teacher's class if she were outside.

"What is that?" she asked, coming over and standing next to Tyki.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki glanced at Azula, his smirk widening. She didn't usually join their little party, that was for sure.

"It's a cherry bomb," he purred, tossing it up and catching it. "Pretty powerful. What do you think?"

[peoplesprincess]

"Interesting. What does it do?" She noted his smirk, and kept a distrustful eye on him. There was a reason she didn't hang out with this crowd. She knew she was above them, after all.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki rolled his eyes. "It's a bomb. It blows things up."

He tossed it up and caught it deftly, seemed to make it disappear as he opened his palm, and then plucked it out of the air with his other hand and offered it to Azula. "You going to take my dare? I'll give a reward to whoever accomplishes the task~"

[mortal_son]

Shinjiro's in the other English class, actually, but it doesn't stop him from cutting. Actually, he can't really remember when he last went to a class he didn't feel like going to. Sure, he caught shit, but if you didn't show up for punishment, it wasn't really punishment, was it?

He went to enough classes to pass the ones he actually gave a shit about. Which meant, of course, he had to find out how to write a fucking paper. Shit. Well, anyway. At least he didn't have to show up for that crap.

Normally he ignored punks like Tyki, even if he hung out around them. But the bomb made him raise an eyebrow, and he peered up underneath his long bangs.

"... Ya aint gonna do that yourself?"

[tyki_tock]

Tyki rolled his eyes. "No, of course not. That defeats the purpose of a dare."

He waved the bomb towards Shinjiro. "Come on, kid. I'll give whoever does it a reward." His lips widened in a lascivious smirk. "You might be hot enough for me to give you the chance."

[mortal_son]

"Tch." Shinjiro scoffed. "Don't need no reward from ya. Got nothin I'm interested in."

Right, so that might not be the smartest thing to say to a guy of Tyki's reputation. But Shinjiro had a rep, too, and his was that he didn't go asking for favors from nobody. Besides, the guy wasn't that bad, from what he heard. Mikk wasn't about to kick his ass just for turning him down. And he could take the guy, anyway.

Shinjiro leaned back against the wall again, but he kept eye contact with the other boy. He dug a cigarette out of his pocket. A small smirk crossed his lips. "Aint gonna mean I don't wanna watch it go down, though."

[tyki_tock]

Tyki put a hand over his heart. "Rejected! How will I live with myself?"

He leaned in closer, not at all interested in kicking Shinjiro's ass for turning him down, but not about to let him get away with it so easily, either.

"So what are you interested in? Besides watching it go down~" Oh yeah, he made that last sentence sound lewd as hell.

[rockmyrod]

Of course everyone knows Reno is going to be cutting, he has home economics this period...they are sewing pillows that are in the shape of hearts and ice cream cones and other stupid things. How the hell is that going to help him out in the real world, unless he runs into a little kid with a ripped ice cream pillow he could sew then there was no point! Instead he was more interested in Tyki and his cherry bomb and just happened to be passing when he heard the words “dare” and “bomb” in the same sentence, what a brilliant combination. He didn’t need to be dared twice either, “hand it over, I’ll do it.”

[tyki_tock]

Tyki laughed and flipped the cherry bomb over to Reno. "I knew I could count on someone~" he purred. He leaned back against the wall and let a hand drift over his tight shirt and down to the buckle of his belt. "Don't worry, get in and out without getting detention, and you'll get what's coming to ya, Reno."

[rockmyrod]

“I don’t really need a bribe for this, unless you’re looking for a reason to screw,” Reno leaned over and pressed a light kiss to Tyki’s neck before drawing back and holding the bomb like a prize between his forefinger and thumb, “not that you ain’t tempting enough, but I’d do this for the sake of doing it. What sort of sadistic fuck of a teacher gives a five hour lecture anyway, he’s got it comin’”

[tyki_tock]

Tyki tilted his head back casually and let Reno kiss him, taking the opportunity to run his hand up Reno's thigh and give the waistband of his pants a tug.

"Consider it a bonus, then," he said with a wink. "And you're damn right about that. Who would sit through that crap?"

[here_ichiichi]

"Fuck that. Apparently we look goddamn stupid ta stay around for that. Could think of somethin else I'd rather be doin for five hours - or a lot of other things."

Class didn't seem all that important today. Grimmjow wasn't far off from Tyki, his hands in his pockets.

[bare_my_fangs]

Michael smirked up at Grimmjow from his seat on the ground. "I know there's someone else I'd rather be doing."

Michael was actually in Mr Dylandy's class, but he still couldn't remember the last time he'd actually turned up for a lesson. It pays to have your dad as part of the faculty.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki grinned, casting a glance at Grimmjow, and then down at Michael. It was almost like he was holding court.

"Sometimes I wonder why we show up at all, and then I remember - cheerleaders."

He glanced down at Michael. "And hot teachers. Is Mr. Dylandy giving out blowjobs or collecting them this week, Michael?"

[here_ichiichi]

"Oh yeah? The thought never crossed my mind.." his voice was teasing as he purred in response to Micheal, looking back ahead.

"Cheerleaders. Yeah, or the principal.

[halfthetroubl]

"Forget the toilet," Devit piped up. He was standing on the other side of Tyki, away from Michael and Grimmjow, with his arms folded over his chest. "Stick a few in his desk. That'll cut classes short!"

[tyki_tock]

Tyki laughed. "You've got a point, though I wonder if he'd just make us re-write all of those essays if we burned them all up."

[halfthetroubl]

"Please," Devit scoffed. "Like he can make us do anything. I haven't written anything for that class in months!"

[tyki_tock]

"Me neither," Tyki chuckled, tilting his head back as he expelled a cloud of smoke. "Maybe you should put it in his desk then, Devit."