[ A school? It seems awfully dark, infestations aside, though what would Molly know? If they're all this dreary it would explain quite a few things, come to think of it.

Something seems to skitter down the back of his neck, and, Molly's shoulders twitch unconsciously. Not the most pleasant sensation, but there are no kobolds here that Molly can tell so it's already a leg up on some of the places he's been lately. His erstwhile protector doesn't seem to be fairing quite so well, and with the ease of someone used to much larger friends, Molly's free hand comes up to pat Getou's arm consolingly. ]

There now. Some sort of test of courage to see if you're worthy of the hallowed halls, is it?

[ Easy to be flippant when you're not the one being boxed in, presumably. Though Molly does grimace as the webs brush against his horns and his extravagant wig. ]

Could do with a bit of redecorating, mind.