Principle's Office [OPEN]

The Yemen stared at the Russian for a count. Running through her head was the thousands upon thousands of stories she had heard about this man. The good and bad that he had caused in the short amount of years as while as the many articles of clothing she had created for this man without him knowing. An example would be the very coat on his back that she traveled for the first time in her life miles and miles just to support the country and add her countries textile abilities into it. On that note, she didn’t know the scary side to him like everyone else knew. Sure Enmity had heard stories of great evil about the man, but even though she hadn’t met him till now, she only witnessed good. Just now did she understand that principal was just that man she was bad mouthing. Deep down; she felt bad for it.

Her yellow iris’s lite up with a faint flash of happiness, “Well.. I need to register for attending to this school, if you did not mind..” she motioned to her glaring American friend, “Alfred here was just giving me an introduction about things work..”

Yes, the Yemen realized she was lying, but it wasn’t a lie to a full extant. The American HAD been telling her about trouble making and the teachers. Whether it was with different ways of saying it, the real root of it was that. This was Enmity’s gift. Taking a lie and making it not a lie.. Sorta.

Jeeze… When did it get this cold? Enmity thought to herself as she shivered just faintly.