[Open of course. Ooh, green :'D]
Lolita sighed, turning her gaze to the window. Her head rested on her hand, while she fiddled with a pen in her other hand, hovering it over the almost empty page. Just a date and topic for standards.
She glanced at the teacher, who was on one of those rambles history teachers can be ever so known for. In other words, paying little attention. Her eyes flashed black for a moment, transferring a small potion of her soul to a plushie in the corridor. The plushie seemed to take life. It was identical to the one on her desk, but with little demon wings.
It floated up, and started to float a long the corridor, looking into classrooms and all about as it did so; it's eyes had become hers. She saw and heard all that it could. In the classroom she seemed distant; not much different to usually.
Lolita sighed, turning her gaze to the window. Her head rested on her hand, while she fiddled with a pen in her other hand, hovering it over the almost empty page. Just a date and topic for standards.
She glanced at the teacher, who was on one of those rambles history teachers can be ever so known for. In other words, paying little attention. Her eyes flashed black for a moment, transferring a small potion of her soul to a plushie in the corridor. The plushie seemed to take life. It was identical to the one on her desk, but with little demon wings.
It floated up, and started to float a long the corridor, looking into classrooms and all about as it did so; it's eyes had become hers. She saw and heard all that it could. In the classroom she seemed distant; not much different to usually.
