Roleplay

Chirp loved school. The sophomore was always delighted to go to the building, seeing whatever new things they'd learn today. Even if they couldn't twitch their antenna to show their excitement, the energy radiating off of them was certain to.

The moth-like humanoid had everything they needed in a backpack slung over one shoulder- they'd learned quickly how to limit the amount of things they shoved in it, passing time was hardly enough to get to class, much less get to a locker. And so when they saw a pink-haired girl warily approaching a closet, they stopped.

The girl- a senior?- was clearly wary, and there were undertones in their body language that suggested an inhuman nature- a quick examination of thoughts only furthered this. She was opening someone else's locker, oddly enough, and some black-haired girl- they were the same year, Chirp thought- was glaring daggers at her. Pink Girl seemed to not care that she was being quite rude- invading someone's privacy and all- and of course, decided to say something.

Before they could, they picked up on someone knocking on something, followed by a faint creak. Footsteps followed, as well as another creak of presumably the door closing. Had they been in their normal form, antenna would have whipped around to examine this, but they were in their limited human form. Wait- what were they doing? Right- invasion of privacy isn't cool to Pink Haired Girl.

They walked up and tapped her on the shoulder, hating the feeling of only having two arms. "Excuse me, but I really don't think you should be looking through stuff that's not yours. It's pretty rude, y'know." Their voice was friendly, with mild undertones of a threat. Very, very mild. A faint edge, if you will. But they looked friendly enough, if one was to ignore the fact they tower over most humans of their age.

Pink-hair didn't mean harm- Chirp detected that instantly. Sure, she seemed to be one of the sort who'd think they were above rules, but even so Pink-hair didn't seem to think- or know- what she was doing was wrong. Chirp took a second, reading Pink-haired girl quickly. Yep- thought she was above everyone due to being an inhuman. Unfortunate, really. People like that often just turned out badly. This one, this one though had the power to back it up- politically, of course- that was clear in her posture and general demeanor that she'd always been shown respect.

As soon as Pink-hair offered a hand, the moth-creature in human form flinched away- an instinct drilled into their species. The girl held out her hand, which Chirp ignored as they spoke. "I am known as Chrip. They/them." Much of the friendliness was gone, replaced with an edge. Pink-haired clearly intended to get rid of them and then continue her invasion of privacy- that was as clear to the moth as anything.

"And as for screaming lockers, I'm afraid you're going a bit delusional. Closets, sure, but some random girl's locker?" The moth gave a cold smile, preparing themselves mentally for basically anything that Pink-hair would do. Or try, at least- people liked trying things with the 6'2" hyper kid. And it was always with bad intent for the moth.

Chrip hummed quietly in acknowledgement. Someone was getting pissy, and it wasn't them. A dry smile now, eyebrows raised, as the moth gestured lightly to a nearby broom closet- where the scream had, in fact, come from. "You" an unintelligible mutter here "really ought to learn where sounds come from. Closets aren't lockers, sweetheart. People don't fit in one- and here's a hint. I can fit in a closet." I have fit in a closet for nearly sixteen years- I think I'd know.

Chrip's pose was still very non-threatening, the "human" seeming very relaxed to anyone- they'd had a lot of practice at earning body language and how to seem like they do or don't feel certain things- and so anyone short of a true mindreader would be at a complete loss with gauging them accurately. They pulled a pencil out from behind an ear and started fiddling with it, senses other than sight all very aware of what Pink-hair was doing.

"And remember sweetie, you've got a reputation to protect. Getting in a fight may not do that any good." And with that, the moth walked a few feet down the hall, to their own locker where some english book they needed had been discarded. Flipping it open, the creature seemed rather distracted as they fumbled with their (only two) arms to toss the book in their bag. Of course, they were still very aware of Pink-hair, knowing full well they'd pushed her quite far. Whether or not she would break was the question now, and of course Chirp had to see the results- their curiosity was killing them.