Explosive Pottery

Clay Catastrophe

Kiyotaka Ishimaru was stunned. He was a failure. He had just been working on making a nice bowl in pottery class one minute, and the next... Clay. Clay EVERYWHERE. It had exploded on him, ruining his uniform in spots and getting stuck in his hair. He tried to fight back tears, and with a wavering voice he asked to be dismissed from class for a second to clean up. When the teacher said yes, he hightailed it out of there and made sure he was far away from the door. Before he could stop himself, his pitiful crying and sniffles were filling the once silent hallways. He broke down and dropped to the floor sobbing, hands trying to cover his face. Suck it up, Kiyo! You can't cry over this! You..... ..........failure! This only made him cry harder, and two minutes later he was even more of a mess. His breathing was all wonked up and he let out some quiet whimpers.

Of course he was skipping class. No way anyone would catch him dead doing something as... whatever it was. Must have been something so bad that he pushed it out of his head. So, with a gruff sigh, Mondo carried on strolling around, avoid on getting caught at all.

Though, he paused suddenly, to the sounds of something akin to crying. Eyebrow raised and lips pressed into a frown, the biker began trying to find out what the hell it was-
"...Eh?" Seeing the hall monitor covered in clay like he was wasn't what he was expecting. Sure, they'd talked a time or two before, usually for reasons less than pleasant but... Mondo couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. "...You alright there? I mean, ya don't look it, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly glancing away. Aw man, how embarrassing.

Ishimaru raised his head, a little startled that somebody actually saw him. His large, ruby red eyes were those of a deer caught in the headlights, and when he tried to speak no words seemed to be coming out. At least, not at first. He finally managed to find his voice, so he weakly replied, "S-skipping class is forbidden, you know..." He was obviously dodging the question he'd been asked.

"...That's the only thing ya can think of sayin'? Really?" He let out a short sigh, taking a step or two closer to pick out some of the clay stuck in the shorter boy's hair, his other hand still shoved in his coat pocket. "Guess s'good I skipped call, otherwise I'd 'ave to deal wi' this, wouldn't I?"

Ishimaru just sat there, closing his eyes as tightly as he could. The tears wouldn't stop and again he mentally degraded himself for it. As he opened them back up, he let his eyes meet Mondo's. Or at the least he tried to. Doing that is kinda hard when you're sitting on the ground, you know? "It's nothing. You sho-ouldnt be worr-rying about me, I'll be-e fine. " The hiccups and sniffles and every other great thing that comes with crying slurred and messed with his words, making a very unconvincing tone overall. He couldn't tell anybody he had failed, he just couldn't!!

Oh well this was just sad now. The biker finally moved his hand away, his violet hues locking with scarlet ones that were misted with tears, the frown finally leaving his face. He just couldn't be mad about this kind of thing. Well, maybe he could if he really tried, but... this time, he didn't really want to put the effort in. "Dude, yer fuckin' curled up in the hallway bawling yer damn eyes out. How can a guy not be worried about ya?"

Those words sounded incredibly foreign to him, and he froze for a second, trying to process what he just said. However, he still uncurled himself and got up with speed rivaling that of a snail, remembering he had got some on his uniform. How bad was the damage? He gulped and slowly, slowly he looked down to see the damage that had been done. The clay had splattered all over the front of his shirt, and over some of his pants too. His entire front half seemed to be covered in it in general, and for a moment his breathing hitched. His hands fell to his sides as if he were a rag doll, his face upturned and intaking a deep breath, and he stomped his foot in frustration. A loud wail echoed through the halls as he bawled like a child, and he pulled at his uniform in disgust.