Cole’s Comments (group member since Nov 28, 2015)

Cole’s comments from the Class 3-E (Assassination Classroom RP.) group.

He noticed her varying amount attention as he whispered in her ear. "For every bullseye you get. Its one thing that you can ask me to do. Not anything but some things that you would still enjoy." He says. Not knowing if it would just make her blush or squeal. Or both. Figuring that she would get better at knive throwing with that motivation.

He shook his head and walked over to her. "Come here gumi." He says as he pulls her up and stands behind her. Taking her hand in his and moving her into good throwing position. "What you want to do is.." He started to explain. Though she probably wasn't concentrating on the knife throwing.

"Well its good for you that you have a expert knife thrower for a boy friend." He says with a grin as he takes three knives out of the bag and throws them all at the same time. All hitting the bullseye in the middle.

He watched her bring in the bags and raised a brow as he got up and crouched down at the bag. Rifling through it seeing the varied amount of steel and other metal blades that the Admin lady gave her. Then looked up at her holding his old knife. "She gave you the practice set. Also that knife would not even be able to scratch him unfortunately." He says with a small sigh and a smile as he looks at it then back to her face.

"We are here to kill a giant flying yellow octopus that is going to blow up the earth at the end of the school year, if we dont manage to kill him." He says bluntly and normally as if it were a casual thing.

"Well, If I told you. You probably would'nt believe me." He says with a shake of his head as he looked over at her. "Considering what is going to happen if the class is terrible then we should enjoy our time."

"I am in Class 3-E. The lovely class at the top of the bloody mountain in the middle of a forest." He says shaking his head with a smirk at her being short comment. "The class where I am meant to be." he chuckled not what her reaction would be.

He was just so happy that she asked. "Short stack, Small fry, little one, Pint sized.." He was about to go on when he expected a punch from naming so many things he could call her. He had been saving those for awhile.

"Your fun sized. Right?." he smirked as he looked down at her after the light hit on his chest. "I could also come up with other nicknames if you would prefer." He says with a chuckle as he kissed her on the forehead.

"Oh you mean you don't like my nicknames, Shorty." He says with a smirk as looks down at her with a grin. Half knowing that she would either hit him, or spout some insult she didnt mean. Or both in most cases.

He chuckled. "Still going to lay the smackdown on me?." He says with a chuckle and a smirk. He just cuddled her like he did before. The way she always liked to while they were at the old academy.

Guys can be named Helen. XD

He went a bit more wide eyed when the short green haired girl went from angry to jumping on him. Though he quickly snapped out of it and smiled. "Jeez Gumi. You could have atleast closed the door before you jumped on me." He chuckled as he hugged her back and laughed.

Not My post. We have another Mod now. XD

He opened one eye and was about to say something but cut himself off. "G-gumi?. Is that you?." He says completely in shock as he looks at her with both eyes wide open now. His knife dropped out of his hand and into the floor boards.

Ilsa wrote:

I'd love to!"

Shall I create the teachers homes.

His eyebrow twitched as he could not really tell who's voice it was. He just replied with an annoyed tone. "No, It's just the dust particles and paint in here." He says as he put one foot on top of the other.

Karma was about to throw another knife when he heard the sound of bags dropping in front of the door. He hesitated and just laid back as he decided not to go straight to the door until he really needed to. Who the hell would be walking around the dorm this late. He thought to himself as he shook his head and closed his eyes.

Karma sat in his room with a kind of sad look on his face. Having been separated from Gumi Forcibly was not something on his wish list. He played around with one of his knives as he threw it at a cork board on the other side of the room.

in their new dorm room.