The bell rings. He quickly left the class in order to get to his locker and to his next class on time, seeing that he well probably make a few wrong turns onn the way there. He dodged through the crowed of pokemon, dashing between there legs and avoiding there massive paws as they hit the ground, sending what seems like small tremors to him, across the floor. He finally gets to his locker, where he proceed's to get what ever supplies he needs for his next class. After the Quilava gets all the supplies he needs, he takes off towards his next class, once again avoiding the steps of all the larger student's who were just carelessly walking through the halls.
The Quilava looks at the clock on the hall wall and sees that he has a little time to spare. He heads of towards the bathroom to take a quick restroom break before class starts. He sets his bag to the side near the door and goes to one of the small stalls which inside, had a small patch of grass that the non-bipedeal pokemon used. He wuickly shuts the door and goes about with his buisness. The little Quilava's ears twitched as he heard the bathroom door open. He didn't think much of it as he finished up and opened the stall door.
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