He gives her a potty/sassy mouth.

Daniel wondered to himself, and realized he'd barely heard her speak at all. Everytime he did, it was always sweet, polite, sometimes a tad too softspoken. Almost archetypal, but who was he to judge.

He stopped.

This caused a light bulb to go on over his head, and had there actually been one there, he probably would have forgotten to turn it off.

He looked back to the front of the class. One quick glance revealed Elaine was still focused on Mr. Gregory, and another confirmed that Ned was a goof and had fallen asleep on his own desk, drool escaping to the corner of his mouth. Daniel waited for Mr. Gregory to move to a question, where he'd usually request an answer. In the next minute, his wish was granted.

"Okay, so what do you think separates this system from others..." He was turning his head from one side of the class to the other. When his gaze reached Ned, he frowned.

Better thank me for this later, Daniel thought. Suddenly, right before his mouth opened and the rude awakening bound to have followed jangled out of it, Mr. Gregory lost interest in the neverland-transported teen, turning his neck back to his left instead, to the right side of class.

"...Aya?"

The Asian, black-haired girl had the cutest look of surprise on her face when she registered that it was her name that was uttered. Her gaze blinked up from her notes, at Mr. Gregory, then the rest of the class. Her body seemed to tighten at the attention. A handful of eyes were directed her way. She wasn't usually called out like this, and she looked down meekly, which was probably more adorable than it should have been.

Daniel twirled his pencil in his fingers, having finished planting the thought. Moment of truth.

"Um..." the girl began, as rosily as usual. Then she sighed, giving a definitive exhalation. "I... I don't fucking know." An up-tilt that sounded straight out of a petulant teenager finished off her sentence, to boot. Perfect.

A gasp overtook the room not one blink later. Aya's eyes hit the roof of her forehead, and she promptly cupped her hands over her mouth. Her face seemed wracked with confusion, as her pupils flitted in little circles from miscellaneous room feature to room feature, as if she was looking for proof that she was dreaming. She didn't even appear to be at the mortification stage yet.

"Excuse me?" Coughed back Mr. Gregory. One skim around the classroom and you could easily conclude that his mouth wasn't the only one pulled open in awe. Daniel noticed Theresa and Monique looking at each other, somewhere between amused and shocked. He couldn't see Elaine's face, but her hand was as still as a snowman where usually her cheek was placed against, her face directed towards Aya. The usually quiet, pretty, utterly benign Aya.

Ned, meanwhile, started to snore.

"I said," Aya repeated, continuing, "I don't fucking know any of this dumbass history shit." Though her lips and tone clearly seemed to mean what she said, it was also mixed with an undercurrent of quietness and tender intonation that was typical of her, and it created a weird hybrid. Her eyes, also, seemed to want to shake away those same words after each sentence. She looked back down at her hands and pushed them against her mouth once more, wondering why she was saying things this way, and worse, why she didn't seem to have control over herself.

"Ho-hooly shit," laughed Dillon in the front-most, left seat of the class. One stern look from Mr. Gregory and he closed his lips and extended them to his cheek, eye-lids flippantly brought halfway down.

His dumbstruck attention back at Aya, the teacher stepped forward. "Aya, are you alright? Do you need to go to the office?" Though this would probably ordinarily be a threat, his tone here was clearly one of concern. It was hard to get mad at Aya. She was 'precious'-material, after all.

"Um--" Aya seemed to **** on her words, like she couldn't get them out properly, like a lump you'd typically have form when struck by stage fright, while her hands struggled to stay clasped over her problematic mouth. "I--I'm-I'm so...so...sor...sorr..." She closed her eyes, burying her eyes in her hands. "I'm so sorry but who the fuck do you think I am, motherfucker! Some doped up bitch?" The words flew out of her mouth quickly, once again with that ghetto sass (that was a deliberate touch) while being silently pulled against by her characteristic considerate bashfulness. The others probably couldn't pick it up, but Daniel could tell she was trying to make herself sound as inoffensive as possible. To no avail, unfortunately.

"What was that?" reeled a Mr. Gregory, who was starting to look dizzy.

"Y-y-y-you--" Aya gulped. "You fucking heard me, cocksucker! I'm not some doped up bitch, asshole!"

"I--you--what?"

"Bitch are you deaf?"

Daniel smirked. This was fun but at this point she would pro'lly start getting into actual trouble. Even if this power was turning him into a cold bastard, he wasn't that cold yet. His gaze darting around the class, he thought of a way to wrap things up nicely. Whatever that was supposed to mean.