Noir turns to the class quietly; it's free time so he can be a bit unruly. "Gather. I have a story that's happy and lighthearted. Everything goes perfect." He watches some people lose interest. "Aaaandd, it's a short story. So, you have to listen." He hears muttering as protests die down.
"Ahehehm. Okay. So, it starts off like this. One night, when you were walking alone. Because you had to walk by yourself, you heard a stranger made footsteps in the distance. You turn, not finding the sound. But I assure you, it's there."
He pauses for dramatic effect, watching a bored pair of eyes turn away. "Thennn, you start walking faster, hearing the gravel make sounds behind you. When you turn you hear a twig goes CRACK. As you keep walking, you realize, you couldn't outpace them. Even if you wanted to, Soooo, you turn around and walk right into a knife. Blood drips down as you fall to the ground, guts spill everywhere. The whole ordeal. How's that for a not scary short story."
He pauses while he thinks. "You think I should bring ketchup packets with me for this stuff?" He watches as people rush to assure him, no, the words are fine enough. "Got it. I should bring more than the amount I was thinking. Two seems like a bit too little."
He drums his fingers against the desk. "How about I bring five, maybe six. Or should I just grab as much as I can hold?" He turns around noting people specifically avoid eye contact. "Got it. I'll grab two handfuls. Happy hunting!" He smiles as the bell rings and he exits the classroom. He accidentally bumps into вы. Oh, apologies. I was just going to get ketchup packets and hide them around the school for people to find."
