There could've been a steady stream of steam rising from around Cutty if that were actually possible. He was fuming. True, the layers of scarf about his face had blunted the hit somewhat-though NOT entirely! But they also had what he felt were adverse affect of not allowing his teeth to clamp around the girls finger. And if he weren't so mad at his mother at the moment, her remark might have had more impact.

He heard another student, with vividly red hair invite him over to sit near her, but there was principle involved here. "But I was here first!" He protested toward the girl (Marissa), not wanting to give up and preferring to be stubborn.

He turned back towards the larger girl and pulled down his scarf long enough to launch a loogi at her. If the older girl wanted to be near him so bad then it was time to get acquainted.