OppJustice, in all his eyeless-and-blind glory, walked cooly into the library, hands in his pockets, being extra sure to step on any toes that he could. He was expressionless, not pausing even a second from any of the shouting going on behind him, as he approached oppSkye's table, stopping in front of it and waiting a moment, listening to the make-out session before him.
He then, swifly and smoothly, pulled oppSkye up off of the fellow, and kicked the fellow, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor.
"My turn~" he said with a smirk, sitting oppSkye on the edge of the table and leaning over her, kissing her and quickly trying to resume what he had just interrupted.
OppLotte, preferably Charlotte, was sitting somewhere in the library, quiet as a mouse >and at times squeaking like one when others got too close<, with her knees pulled up to her and her feet on the seat, massaging her aching foot that had just been stomped on. She whimpered lightly, sniffling and trying not to cry. Her trying was in vain, as a few small tears found their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks.