Sunny Dayschool

Picking the beaker up he handed it to the blonde, “Now since you’ve read the manual surely you can tell me what type of blood this is, right?”

Claire snapped at him when he pat her shoulder, nearly biting his hand off in aggravation. She watched with her arms crossed tightly, looking up from underneath her blonde bangs, as the other seemed far too proud of himself for doing things correctly. When he handed her the beaker, she took it in her fingers, shaking it a little to see if it made a difference, before biting her lip. "Um... I-It must be AB, right..?"

A new face brightens things up? She was talking about her? She hardly made things any brighter. Blinking, she stared at Claire for a moment in disbelief, “Well, I’m certainly not very interesting. If you’re looking for someone to brighten things, there are much better candidates.”

Claire's smile soon fell, and she knitted her brows together, scrunching her nose in disbelief. "What? You're not interesting? Tsk, I think you need a better mirror, dude. You're that whole -- quiet but sweet type, right? It's great! It's dumb to see everyone all the same, y'know? You're like a breath of fresh air~!"

Chase looked up from the papers and raised his brow at the blonde, offering up a smirk. “Oh, is that so? I’ll be sure not to give someone else your name, then, mon lapin.” He looked at the other tables and nodded. “Yes, a drag, but you need to finish cleaning them all, or I’ll have to let the principal know about your little escape from classes. I doubt you’d want to get detention, correct?”

The blonde blinked, for once unable to respond to his assurance. Scratching her cheek, she cleared her throat. "G-Good! I'll expect you not to~" Soon after, her smile fell into a neat pout, and she scoffed before pushing herself up and off the table, acquiring the cloth she'd discarded in the same motion. "You're no fun, Teach~ But even though the Principle and I are on good terms, I'm not one to take too many chances." Sashaying over to the next station, she began cleaning, wiping down the surface until it was glossy, her posture bent over in concentration. "What'd you say this was for, again? Culinary Club, right?"

Craning her neck, Claire surveyed the room, blue eyes wide. "Drats. That's a lot of things to clean. It's a bit of a drag." She lifted her hand to her mouth, catching a fake yawn before smirking at the teacher once more. "And I didn't mean it as one~"

"No one wishes they had my job." He looked up at Claire and frowned at her. "I’ll have you know that I was cooking under one of France’s finest chefs. Being sous chef to him was as good as it gets until the guy dies. I took this job here because he told me to. Said it’d be good experience. I just never went back, is all." Again, Chase shrugged. He was beginning to get too lazy for his own good, it seemed.

The blonde bit her lip when Chase gazed at her, the involuntary blush quick to take over her cheeks. She managed to fight it off with a laugh as she listened to his story, wondering just how teaching kids was experience -- especially since he'd been so high up in the industry. Instead of leaning against the lab, she pushed herself up and off the ground, plopping on the table and before crossing her legs, folding her hands while she stared at him, her smirk hardly ever leaving her lips. "So, you don't enjoy your job, but for some reason, you still choose to stay here in obedience to some dead guy's wishes." Her gaze wandered over his frame, quickly shooting up back to his eyes before he thought too much of it. "You certainly are the strangest instructor I know."

He got out a notepad and began to write out a pass for Rachel. “Tell me your name, so I can write you a pass as well. Don’t want you getting both yourself and me in trouble…” He scribbled out a pass, then handed them to her. “Come by this room again after school so you can help me prepare for the cooking club meeting.” He called for Rachel, then waved the two off. “No- Do NOT put that in the bowl!” Chase quickly went to go and save a student’s mix, making sure to shoo the girls off. “Remember what I told you, mon chouchou!” he called to Claire before directing his attention to the disaster this student was creating.

Darting her eyes at the notepad, she sucked in a breath. "Claire Charbonneau, but you could probly tell that, huh?" With a grin, the blonde took the pass, carefully reading his handwriting before looking back up, a surprised expression crossing her face. "W-What? I have to help you set up!?" With a groan, she grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her out of the classroom, whispering her thoughts about the attractive teacher.

"…. And what official business would that be, mon chouchou?” He raised a brow at Claire. “You don’t mean to be taking one of the only students that knows what they’re doing from me, right?”

She cocked her head to the side, a challenging spark in her eye. "I'm sure you'll do well enough without only one of your prized students, right~?"

When a quiet voice rang out in the classroom, Claire picked her head up, her bangs messy and her gaze tired. But, the interaction was one she didn’t have often — of course, the secretary and her talked about several things previously for clubs and other issues, but it’d been awhile since they’d been alone. With a grin, the pupil grabbed up the slip, hardly bothering to read the print before signing her name on the dotted line. “Geez, you’d think these things would be less often then they are — my hand gets cramped up!” She handed the paper back to Gina before setting her elbows on the table, cupping her cheeks in her hands as she stared at the secretary with a pensive smile. “So, Gina — you got elected for secretary this year, right? Do you like it, or do you think it’s boring and stuffy, because I sure wouldn’t blame you if ya did~”

That polite smile remained as the bluenette touched her braided hair lightly, making sure it was still neat and proper. Quickly, she sorted the paper away for later approval by administration before returning her attention to Claire. “I thought student council positions were more akin to popularity contests… but I suppose in this case they were just trying to fill the position quickly.”

With a huff, Claire pushed the rolling chair (the one that she'd commandeered from behind the teacher's desk) back from their workspace, lazily crossing her legs on top of her desk, loud bangs coming from each calf hitting the surface. With her arms behind her neck, she eyed Gina, smiling wistfully. "Popularity contest? Are you kiddin'? If that was the case, no way would I have gotten vice-president. They probly would've gone for someone who was way more into this kinda stuff, y'know? But I guess it's good that the school works that way." She let out a short laugh, before reaching over to pat Gina on the shoulder, her touch light compared to her fierce grin. "Nah -- I think you got the stuff to be a great secretary. I mean, with all the work you've done so far, I can't imagine you being a bad one." She blew a piece of yellow bang out of her eyes before continuing. "'Sides, it was getting sorta boring with just two of us in here. A new face brightens it up a bit~"

He knew fully well she hadn’t read it and that she wasn’t prepared for this experiment but he let her go on. “Don’t call me Gilligan,” He rolled his eyes, his tone softening as he continued, “Anyway, we have to determine the blood type and as I’m sure you remember you do that by -” He smiled at her testing her, “You should know this since you’ve read the lab manual, right?”

Still, a smirk pulled at Claire's lips. "What? You're just now getting upset that I call you that? Ashamed to be named after a ditsy first mate?" Finally, she focused back on their work when he began to rattle on once more, and she narrowed her eyes at the blood before her, biting her bottom lip in thought. "W-What? O-Of course I know how to do it! It shouldn't be that hard..." Fumbling a bit, she grabbed a beaker with some unknown, clear solution, and slowly tilted it, a few drops of the liquid falling out onto the sticky, red substance. After a moment of watching with wide eyes, thinking she'd stumbled on the right thing to do, the solution proved to do nothing, and she turned back to the blonde. "... It didn't work."

"Claire," Gina soft-spoken voice was loud enough in the otherwise silent classroom. There weren’t many of them here, anyway. With the vacant treasury position, it was only three of them, and the classroom was rather large. She didn’t like listening to her voice echo across the ceiling tiles. Making eye-contact with the blonde, she smiled gently and held out the paper, "Your signature is required."

When a quiet voice rang out in the classroom, Claire picked her head up, her bangs messy and her gaze tired. But, the interaction was one she didn't have often -- of course, the secretary and her talked about several things previously for clubs and other issues, but it'd been awhile since they'd been alone. With a grin, the pupil grabbed up the slip, hardly bothering to read the print before signing her name on the dotted line. "Geez, you'd think these things would be less often then they are -- my hand gets cramped up!" She handed the paper back to Gina before setting her elbows on the table, cupping her cheeks in her hands as she stared at the secretary with a pensive smile. "So, Gina -- you got elected for secretary this year, right? Do you like it, or do you think it's boring and stuffy, because I sure wouldn't blame you if ya did~"

Seeing as she was picking the broken pieces up he scratched at his cheek watching, “Eh, n-no I can do it all by myself - but if you want we could work together on this. I’l go get a new beaker.” He returned a minute later with the beaker and placed it on the table flipping through his manual, “Did you read the lab assignment ahead of time?”

By the time Gill had returned, Claire was letting the glass fall from her hand into the trash, only noticing the deeper cut she'd gotten on her thumb, but she pushed it off with a shrug, joining Gill by his worktable while she stared down at the materials laid out. "... Lab assignment?" She turned her head to look at him, at first confused, but she gave a nervous laugh, adjusting the shielding glasses on her nose. "O-Of course I did! I just -- I don't remember it very well, that's all~ Would you mind refreshing my memory, Gilligan?"