Ichirou nodded. "I think it would be best for the two of you to work together on some detention project. Perhaps it will teach you to better communicate with each other if you have to work together," he said simply.
Hope was fuming, her eye twitched a little and she huffed but refrained from bursting out again. She wouldn't let Faith have anymore pleasure in seeing her loose her composure. "I wouldn't call this merely touched," she said pointing to her disheveled hair.
"For Christ sake Faith, get a room with your Russian mutt, the level of awkward clinging is reaching a pinnacle," she said, her face pinched. Really she was just pissed that she had to go to detention at all and that her perfect dress was totally in ruins.