"Guys! Hey, guys!" Finch cried in his seat as everything went... well... fuckin' crazy. He helplessly perched in his chair as Juzu's neck was sliced, Natalie shot herself, the Mana girl became even more ridiculous and hard to predict than she had before, Juzu and Natalie both came back from being dead (they were told they couldn't die but it was weird having proof right in front of you) and then more fighting, that nice boy from before suddenly conjuring electricity directed at Mana. "Oh, you'll hurt her!" he peeped before realizing how foolish it was to be concerned with her well being. Still, he didn't like the idea of attacking her... It must have hurt... When glasses-boy left the room, he felt a little envious of his idea, wishing he could get away from all this confrontation. "Guuuys," he practically whined like a child. Why must they fight...? Didn't they realize that they were playing right into Mana's hands while at the same time only worsening their situation. He fidgeted with his hands.
"Why the hell did you do that you ... crazy bitch! You know I'd rather be somewhere rotting then here playing psychopathic dolls with you. Oh and by the way everybody my name is Keiko Fujiwara." the sassy dark haired girl yelled. Finally Finch had something to smile about. The girl had spunk and he himself quietly mutter "Hello Keikio..." though it'd no doubt be unnoticed under the commotion of all the fighting. Then, Juzu did another painful scream and, not wanting to repeat last time, Finch bolted. He instinctively put his hands to his ears and rocketed out of the classroom like a character in scooby doo or something of the sort. He was not going through that again, especially not right after having just gone through that. Sadness was NOT ON HIS LIST OF THINGS TO FEEL.
Once outside the classroom door, he turned to stare at the door nervously, completely torn on what he should do. He didn't want to be in that room with all those angry people, that was for sure. But wasn't class about to begin? Where was this teacher? Would he get in trouble for skipping? "I haven't skipped a day in my life!" he cried. Suddenly, he felt proud of himself. "That's right. I haven't skipped a day in my life... Hey! I remembered something neat about myself! Go team Finch!" he cheered, feeling much less anxious. Recovering memories like that didn't seem so bad. He spun around only to see that kid from before slumped against the wall in the fetal position. "Agh!" Finch cried, a shocked "o" forming on his mouth. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked innocently, not even thinking about the fact that of course he wasn't okay, he was bloody dead! He was then rummaging through his bag. "Here, have a strawberry cake. It'll make you feel better." he said, approaching him to lend out a hand offering it. "Trust me, I've already had six this morning..." he let out that part shyly, somewhat embarrassed of the fact.