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LilFox06 
Kaycee rolled her eyes. "At least I know what I've been eating." So yes. She did trust her vomit more. That, and it hadn't been stewing like the rest of this stuff.
"I could use Dot's. She looks ready to hurl." Or she could give up. Again, who needed plants? Air wasn't important. Canned air and science existed.
"Or could I like... ... set a cow in my crate so it could do it's thing without me touching it?" Because that seemed like a good option.
Or better yet... If this was so important to her schooling, could she just take his crate? There were SO many options here Professor. She shot Dante a pathetic look. Maybe he'd offer to get her some poop when he got hers.
...
Ew. Did those words really just make that sentence in her head? Also... like... all this thinking... it had to be because of poop fumes.
...Paul just raised his eyebrows at Kaycee.
And sighed.
That was all he could do.
Sigh.
"I'm not sure the size of the cow, Miss Richards, would work accordingly with the size of the crate. You have gloves--touching it is not that bad, right?--" Only he had to stop because it seemed....he had another student who looked about ready to die.
NO students dropping dead, please?
SPOILER!!: Dot
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Cassirin So this was for real happening. And this class was for real going to get dropped pretty soon unless Dot figured out how to love dirt or someone started planting things for her. And mixing up her garbage!dirt. She stayed at her workstation for a very long moment as people moved around her, pulling one of her favorite scarves from her bag and wrapping it tightly around her mouth and nose.
There. No breathing, although there was still the possibility of garbage getting into the gab where her gloves met her sleeves and then there was FULL CONTACT CONTAMINATION. There was a reason she'd moved on to weaving straw into a mat the exact shape of her wooden crate. Straw wasn't contaminated.
And then it was done, and she didn't have any other thing to distract her from having to go touch the garbage. Garbage and poo. Which was worse? Which was best? Probably the dry garbage, especially since it was unlikely to smell as much or stick to her dragonhide gloves or overwhelm her gag reflex until she vommed in her scarf. Why did she think that the scarf was a good plan?
Dry material. Coffee grounds. Dot liked the scent of coffee, and the grounds still held the aroma, although sharper and a little burnt and it made her nose throb a bit. She carefully shoveled the ground into a little bucket and carried it primly to her work station. Wet material. The apple cores and corn cobs made Dot feel vommy again... she could see the teeth marks and knew they'd been in someone's mouth at some point. And the moldy cake, the bread, Merlin. Merlin NO thank you. But the orange peels. Those weren't so bad. They reminded Dot of the potpourri sachets that her gran kept tucked in with her handkerchiefs, and they smelled like breakfast. It was easy enough to pretend they'd only ever touched very clean fingers, and the bucket of orange peels were quickly added to the work station.
And the manure. It honestly didn't matter at this point, because it was all poo. Cow or chicken or what have you, it all came out of the south end of a creature, and Dot barely liked petting the north end sometimes. She'd appropriated goggles from deep in her bag, and the ends of the scarf were tucked into the goggles, and her sleeves were tucked in her gloves and her pants were tucked into her socks and shoes and she was AIR TIGHT TO POO right now. So she'd just shovel some Abraxan manure into the little bucket and take it back to... to...
There was POO ON HER GLOVE. MAN DOWN. MAN DOWN.
...
"Miss Wojack, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"You look...not so good." Was she going to be sick? >.< Paul honestly didn't think the manure would be such a big deal...but then again, he handled this stuff EVERY DAY. Maaaybe he needed to step back...and see it from their eyes.
Sigh.
And now he felt bad.
"Do you need to step out?" he asked softly, kindly.