Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20161012235905/@comment-26709630-20161016123606

Marcelle raised an eyebrow. She hated this class, truly. Yes, she acted mad, but not in an angered way. More like critically insane, wacky, and frighteningly moody. Oh wel, best put up a show while she could. It would always be interesting to see how these trigger-senitive weirdos would react to her feigned behavior.

She also found it rather amusing that a crane was teaching an anger maneagement class. What good was some crane against a bunch of kids who had problems with uncontrollable anger? She turned slightly and swung her legs onto her desk, cocking her head to one side and putting on a wide smile.

"Mr. Crane!" she giggled, frantically waving her light brown hand in the air. "Tell me! Can crane's drink tea? Ooh! You look quite a lot like a FLAMINGO. Could I play wonderland croquet with you? Ah, wonderland. Such a fableicious world of madness, wonder, and even DEATH." At this she laughed even louder, curling up in her chair. She even got her ears to tremble with the force of it.