[ Come on by to the Athletics Field and you'll find Caiman taking swings with one of the baseball bats on the appropriate baseball field. He seems to be having fun. ]

Aw, holding a baseball bat again kinda makes me miss those old geezers! [ And he sees you. ] Hey, what are the chances we get a game goin' on this campus?!

[ It's ART CLASS TIME. Caiman's showing up for one of his classes -- weirdly eagerly at that, though he personally thinks the art teacher has something to be desired when she 'rudely' rebukes him whenever he asks a stupid non-art related question. But now it's time to do what she calls 'freeform' linearting and then colouring within the lines, and Caiman holds these brushes in his hand that basically look like toothpicks to him.

He manages though, and he's drawing nothing but pictures of gyoza. ]

Hey, art's pretty fun!

[ Some time later that day after Art Class (tm) concludes, you can find Caiman hobbling around school. Taking shaky baby steps.

With a desk stuck to his body.

His body is too big for them and he couldn't get out.

Help. ]

[ Hit me up for funsies or for pcs or anything!!! Let's go to class together dudes. ]