It was no secret to any of his students that Professor Peter Port's lectures were an excellent sleeping aid. But on this particular afternoon, he seemed especially, long-winded. He stumbled for phrasing, went off on tangents, and repeated himself even more often than usual. Ruby Rose thought that volunteering to fill the role of his travelling companion would at least give her something to do for the hour, but no. She just ended up standing there, in even greater proximity to his ramblings.
By the end of it, he wasn't even trying to talk about the lesson material anymore, rather he was going into great detail about how he finished off a Goliath, supposedly single-handedly. At this point in the lecture, Ruby was going just about mad from the tedium. She needed an escape. She looked over her teammates. Weiss' indignation was steadily building, and it showed. Blake looked like she could just collapse from mental atrophy. Yang was getting ever twitchier, and her eyes looked less lavender and more magenta. They all needed an escape. Through her mental haze, she could just barely make out what Port was saying.
"And as I brought my axe down upon its neck for the twenty-fourth time, I at last finished off the bone, and its head went tumbling down into the canyon! And the village was at last saved."
"Saved it was indeed!" Ruby dramatically proclaimed as she threw out her arms in grandiose style. "And overcome with admiration and devotion for Peter Port, his companion gave into her urges and…" With that, she grabbed her educator by the neck, forcefully kissed him, and retreated to her desk before he had any idea what had happened.
"Hmm…" he said at last, smoothing out his moustache. "Well, that's not quite how I remember it, but… ah well. Now, where was I? Ah yes, with the head and…" He paused a moment, and looked down. "Well, evidently, I do not remember my own exploits like I thought. So until such time as I know, class is dismissed. Do not forget to read Chapters 4 through 5 for next week, and those who have not finished your reports on aquatic Grimm, be sure to do so before class begins on Monday."
By the time he had finished this spiel, his lecture hall had emptied. When he realized this, he dutifully hung his axe back on its place on the wall, and went about grading papers, as any responsible professor should.
Unbeknownst to Professor Port, one particular student of his was right outside his classroom, being congratulated and thanked profusely by several of her classmates.
Author's Note: I know I used this "kiss as distraction" plot device back in Chapter One, but this seemed like the best time to do it again. Let me know if you agree, and be sure to come back soon for some Red Velvet!