After school nonsense (Solo)

[Tori]

Tori pulled his attention away from the book in front of him to realize he’d be sitting there for five minutes without absorbing a single word. He was still in the classroom that let out an hour ago. No one besides himself stuck behind this time, or the past few for that matter.

The youth straighten up, recalling how his sister warned him against slouching in chairs. He also started glaring at the book, musing over how erupting it into flame might make him feel better. If only he could do such a thing and not have to replace the book. That and said book and table may explode if he got into the moment.

Tori soon thought it better to simply close the book and stow it in his backpack for later reading.

Instead the boy began to toy with a batch of clay within one of his pockets. He soon pulled it out, meshing it between his fingers, glaring at that evil mouth. It manifested pretty late in his life and he couldn’t help but stare at it constantly. The stupid abomination frequently licked random objects that drew too close, forcing Tori to keep a wide berth. The condition only got worse when he was nervous too.

Tori tried to disregard his palms taste-testing the clay while trying to shape it. Sculpting did wonders for his nerves, thankfully. Pity he got distracted by it easily, as shinobi were supposed to be attentive…confident! Not tunneling-vision like a squirreled away peasant.

 

[Tori]

Even more time would be spent hiding away. Tori managed to brighten his studying via three clay mice. They weren’t good for much at the moment beyond fetching small objects and playing. At least one trick had practical use…

The tiny critters mostly amused each other, as any attempt to interact with their creator resulted in a dismissive wave. Tori obtained a second wind upon switching tasks and tackled some written homework. It vaguely resembled drawing and bored the boy a lot less. Too bad letters were still relatively uninteresting.

“Rather use ink. Need to remember to ask…” the boy mumbled, speaking more to himself than the mice. It made his audience a little confused, and the rodents just stood at attention briefly before squeaking amongst themselves. The clay rodents soon twitched decisively and leapt off the table, their antics entirely unnoticed by their owner.

A sudden influx of squeaks caused Tori to look down. “Why?!” he hissed right before clamping his mouth shut. The mice trio were gathered around a small box at his feet. In said box was presumably every pen that students and teachers left in the damn room, a far bigger pile then it had any business being. Many pens were typical, cheap ballpoints you'd give to children that hated being held accountable for permanent scribbles. Two the other hand, would be categorized under the fountain pen variety. Tori snatched the latter pair up, blue eyes greedy and wide.

The boy's pause made his minions squeal happily. Yet a new problem emerged for all. How to cover their tracks? An idea sprung beyond all others. The scheme lacked enough common sense to mislead from Tori's goal.

He bolted to the door and cracked it open. Prying eyes revealed a clear, well-lit hallway. Good. He slinked back into the room and sorted through the pens. The one of the two he liked and a few red herrings sat off to the side. The rest needed to take part in the distraction. Soon their innards would be scattered around a make-shift, box altar, inky bits displayed gruesomely, but unbroken. When Tori stepped back to examine the work, he concluded getting far too into the moment again. Ah well, as long as his theft stuck, the youth didn't care very much about anything else.