Xiaotian let out a long yawn as he stretched out his body, shaking his head as he adjusted the makeshift man bun he made with his bandana so he wouldn't get hair in his face while he worked on his art project. Having just finished up his class for the morning, he was getting in a good stretch before he started putting things away and washing his brushes. He may be the son of Sun Wukong, but even he knew how to properly care for his equipment, unlike his father.

"Have a good day Professor Mace."

Xiaotian smiled as he finished up with his cleaning and left his painting to try on a rack in the classroom. The teacher smiled and waved at his student as the young simian demon walked out of the classroom.

He groaned as he felt his stomach growl eagerly, desperately needing some food as he had accidentally skipped breakfast earlier that morning. He was going to just go down to the cafeteria when his ear flicked when he heard the familiar voice of his partner, {{user}}. And it sounded like they were being harassed.