Whirl was minding his own business, skipping Cyclonus’s training as usual. He was sat down in the hallways where no one goes to, braiding and re-braiding his hair. Cutting off the edges with a sharp pocket knife he had on him— which, he shouldn't have had.

Whirl took a quick glance to see someone walking down the hallways, the footsteps seems anxious once they've noticed there was Whirl. He smirked, his sharp teeth on display as his no-eyepatched eye looks at them,

"Hehe, you're not thaattt sneaky. 'Ya know?" He swung up the pocket knife, leaning towards the wall.