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Jim couldn't help but smirk as the brunette girl left, taking Flynn's hard-earned stolen test papers with her. "That's what you get for not watching where you're going," he quipped to the older teen. He knew this would probably come back to bite him in the butt sooner or later, but he was content to enjoy sweet revenge while he had the chance.

A chirp from his alien companion got Jim's attention again. That's right: he still hadn't been able to calm the little nutjob down yet. "And as for you..." he began, turning towards the sound, but the rest of his sentence died on his lips. Instead of a pink blob of mischief, he was currently looking at a pair of chamleons who, by the looks of it, were currently having a staring contest of epic proportions. Before they could get too far into it though, one of them broke out into a fit of laughter and reverted back to the Morph the Jim knew and loved/tolerated. "So,wait, who has a pet-- Oh!" The teen looked up the find a girl with long blonde hair standing before him. Really long blone hair. How could he possibly have missed that?

"Uh, sorry about that. You need some help there?" Under normal circumstances, Jim probably wouldn't have asked, but that much hair had be pretty heavy. "So, what, do they not have scissors where you're from?" he joked, hoping to relieve the situation of some awkwardness. It's not like he could've resisted anyway; this was just too bizarre! That reminded him, though: he didn't know where he was supposed to be going, either.