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Post by Kurai on Sept 12, 2017 13:43:29 GMT -5
Hadley had considered her options:
1.She could walk to school. Pros: Excercise, colour in her cheeks, time to herself. Cons: She didn't know the address yet, or even the general direction to begin walking.
2. She could ask her Mum for a ride. Pros: Lots. Cons: Her Mum didn't have a car.
3. She could message her Dad. Ha.
4. She could message her Grandma. Just to say hi.
She was waiting at the end of the street, staring blankly down the road waiting for the hulking yellow shape that was the school bus. Even if Hadley could avoid the bus this morning she would still need to find a way to get home later. Anyway, it wasn't like the devil kids on the bus would be any better tomorrow, or the day after that. No it was better to get it over and done with.
As though on cue the vehicle of her deliberations appeared around the corner. Yep it was too late to run now. With a silent sigh of resignation she shouldered her satchel, covered with badges depicting various landmarks or band logos and heavy with textbooks. Time to face the music.
The bus came to a screeching stop, someone should definitely get those brakes looked at, the doors flinging open to the sound of raucous laughter and the whooping of excited teens. Without another thought she stepped up, in to the heart of the bus. Already it was clear who the popular kids were, they huddled at the back of the bus in a noisy group, instantly catching the scent of fresh meat like a hungry wolf pack. All eyes rounded on her in unison.
A lesser girl might have shrunk back from the looks and the sudden and oppressive silence. Instead she lifted her chin, showing no fear and moved deeper in to the heart of the bus. At the front there were no spare seats whatsoever, this far in to term the bus regulars had already had their permanent seats. They had claimed one on the first day of school. Those lucky enough to have a whole seat to themselves weren't going to give that up now. Especially not for someone like her.
It wasn't that Hadley was particularly weird looking. Even with her wild array of jewellery and her gently curled red hair she was pretty normal beyond that. It was that look on her face, a dangerous glitter in emerald green eyes, a hint of savagery just beneath ther pale skin. Her Mum had always said she looked like a tiger, caged and ready to attack.
She had stopped about half way dorn the aisle, watching as people pointedly pulled bags on to the seats beside them, preventing her from sitting beside them. From the front the driver called for her to sit down, already he had continued on their journey, stopping to collect the next group of kids who pushed past her to reach their own places.
Suddenly she spied an empty seat near the back and moved forwards, slumping down with a huff. Her moment of relief was quickly shattered when a shrill voice somewhere behind her called for her attention. She glanced back, the girl with the blonde hair and acid-washed jacket was staring her down pointedly. Hadley swore she could practically see the horns hidden in her bangs.
"You can't sit there. Thats Melanie's seat." Devil girl said matter of factly, as though this new girl was incredibly stupid for not knowing this. Hadley responded with a simple shrug. 'You snooze you loose.' She thought, pulling out her sketchbook and ignoring the comments from the back.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 12, 2017 14:08:14 GMT -5
Elliot was tired.
More than physically tired, too. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted, and it was only two months into the school year. Why, do you ask? Well, you could consider the fact that he was an AP student, taking six AP classes along with advanced band, orchestra, and volunteering at the schools library for the National Honors society. You could say he was stressed out because he needed to find a job and avoid his father, whom he still had bruises from even though he hadn't seen the man for two months, but didn't have his social so he was screwed. You could also think about the fact that he was now homeless, kicked out of the trailer his father had forced him to call home because of, lets just say, a difference in his preferences, especially when he had to dodge the schools councilors. If anyone found out he'd be sent to the foster care system, since he was still seventeen.
So saying that he was tired was an understatement.
The blonde male let out a tired sigh, leaning against the crumbling cement wall near the busstop that proclaimed he still lived in the trailer park. He was there, standing with a few kids who still lived there, people he was never close to so they didn't notice his absence. All the did was leer at him, clearly wanting to challenge him to something that he didn't understand. So he looked away, running his hand through the long part of his hair, waiting to go onto the hellish bus, something he liked less than the PE class he'd been forced to take his freshman year of high school. It reminded him of that horrid class- the jocks, the populars all sat in their clique in the back while the nervous nerds like him tried to scramble to find a place to sit where they wouldn't be harassed.
If you hadn't guessed by now he was a nervous nerd. He was barely 5"6, and didn't even weigh a 115 pounds soaking wet. His hair was cut in more of a punkish style, his california surfer blonde hair cut short around the back of his neck, shaved, actually, while the top of his head he still let the hair grow out over his left eye. He had piercings up his left ear, and a few others as well. He was the type to wear mascara if he could afford it. It now looked a little grungy, but he always tried to wash up in the gym before classes started so he still kept up an appearance, water and a dollar razor from k-mart really did the trick. He wore typically oversized clothes, right now it being a sweater and some black skinny jeans, both having just a little bit of dirt on them. He'd need to clean them soon, probably use fifty cents at the laundry mat to clean them. He had five dollars right now, so he'd risk that fifty cents to keep up his clothes clean.
He glanced up when the yellow contraption of death pulled up and he scurried in, bumping one of the other kids by accident and he heard them mutter a curse in spanish at him. Elliot glanced, looking unamused as he responded in kind, smirking as he saw the shock on the others face before he walked on. It was amusing, really. His mother was from Spain, and Castillan Spanish was actually his first language. He learned English when he was around four.
The blonde scrambled into a seat, knowing that it would be a bad idea to dwell on his thoughts while he had a horde of kids behind him, not realizing he'd vaulted to the back and plopped into a seat next to a new kid. He glanced over, eyes widening a little when he realized he didn't recognize the kid. He heard a girl mutter something about him not being allowed back here and he turned, his green eyes bored.
"Yeah, and I care why?" He asked, studying the prep. He didn't know her name, he actually never took the time to learn any of the Devils names. He only learned the names he needed to know- bullies, friends, band directors, section leaders, and the principle. His voice was a little scratchy, his throat sore from sleeping out in the rain the night before. He leaned against the leather, studying the dirt under his nails as he waited for a response.
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Post by Kurai on Sept 12, 2017 15:08:57 GMT -5
Once more the rickety contraption screeched to a stop. Seriously was there some kind of poor creature trapped in the engine? Another wave of students poured on and instantly located their seats. She tried to ignore them as best she could, although the sound was not easily drowned out. She shifted slightly as someone slumped down in the seat beside her. She glanced sideways, expecting to see blonde preppy Melanie.
Well he certainly didn't look like a Melanie, but then she wasn't one to judge on ridiculous names. Though seriously if his parents had hated him enough to call him Melanie she would reconsider disliking her own name.
Her train of thought was disrupted when the platinum haired terror behind them piped up once more.
"You can't sit there! Seriously what is this!" The girl flailed her arms, clearly not used to being ignored. Let alone back chatted to, the new girl couldn't help but smirk as the boy bit back, trying to hide her amusement by looking out of the grubby Plexiglass window. It was clear from the reaction from behind, the whooping that reminded her so strongly of apes protecting their territory, that this boy was not one of their number. Names muttered, not so subtly, clearly intended for him to hear. They returned to their conversation fairly quickly, something about kung-fu 'Drunken Monkey Style' how apt considering her previous train of thought.
She turned back to her sketchbook, not really working on anything in particular more to give the illusion she was doing something to prevent people trying to speak to her. It never really worked but who could blame her for trying.
She was becoming a pro at this new school thing, when you had moved as many times as she had from one temporary home to the next a new school was the least of her concerns.
The bus was making its way onwards, rattling its windows and adding to the noise level. Damn she hoped they were planning on upgrading this piece of junk soon. It certainly seemed on the brink of giving up. Her stormy eyes lifted, a mixture between green and grey, studying the road before them. Well as best she could between the heads of the students infront of her, darn she wished she was taller. Her mother was tall, long legged and regal. People told her she looked like her Mum but she had a hard time believing it. Her Mother looked like a queen, with strawberry blonde hair as straight as a pin that only served to make Hadleys own hair look more red and even more untamable. And long legs that carried her to about 5'7". Hadley was barely 5'2" but had the same figure and fine features, even if she lacked the dress sense.
Speaking of her dress sense she had made a point to pick out some fairly normal clothes for this first hellish day. Skinny jeans and tattered Doc Martins, with a checked shirt that looked like it had once belonged to a man. In truth it had, but she wasn't about to admit that and she had tied the long ends at her naval to at least make it look a little nicer. Her previously mentioned copper hair was tied in to a messy twist, pinned to the back of her head, two loose curls framing her face. The noise seemed to increase in pitch and people began to gather their belongings, feeling that it was safe to assume this painful journey was almost at an end.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 12, 2017 15:32:08 GMT -5
Elliot letup a triumphant noise as the prep returned to her previous conversation, the blonde slumping down onto the worn fake leather seats, closing his eyes a little bit when it started up again. He never liked this bus, or really any type of transportation besides a bike, which lucky him, he didn't have. Which meant he got to deal with motion sickness every day.So he just let out a soft sigh, his fingers drumming against his grimy clothing as he tried to think of something else. The thin boy wished that he still had his phone, something that could make him someone who didn't want to be talked to. Usually his attitude did the trick, but there was always the strange person who still wanted to talk to him. He snuck a glance over at the girl sitting next to him, trying to get a good feel of her.
Surprisingly she hadn't spoken a word to him since he sat down. It was a welcome change, since he always found talking too draining. He always let his friends do the talking, and he'd just put in his two cents every now and then. The only exception was his best friend, Nico, but they were currently not on talking terms. They'd had a big fight three months ago and they hadn't really talked since, Elliot being too scared to bring anything up and continuing their fight. He didn't have the energy for it anymore, and, honestly? He couldn't remember what it was about, but he knew that Nico could. Nico held a grudge longer than anyone he'd ever met, and, really he didn't want to bring up anything painful. He'd probably snap again and their friendship would truly be over.
He sighed as the rickety bus pulled to a stop infront of the huge high school, one of the bigger ones in their county. You'd think that would mean that they'd get better buses, but that was not the case. they seemed to get the worst things in the school district, in fact. He pulled himself up, before glancing back at the girl lazily. "Whats you're name?" He asked, blinking slowly at her. She was curious, she didn't try to talk to him, and it made him focus on her just a little bit more. Perhaps it was the disinterest, but it made him actually want to speak with her.
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Post by Kurai on Sept 12, 2017 16:12:41 GMT -5
It was quite nice to actually sit beside someone who didn't instantly jump down her throat asking for her life story. Apart from the plethora of near animal sounds around them they completed their journey in relative peace. It was quite clear that the boy beside her wasn't one for conversation either. That or he just really didn't care to be the one landed with the weird new girl. Something she certainly didn't blame him for.
Not that she was ever a burden on people, she did her own thing, kept her head down and didn't ask questions mostly because she couldn't.
Just before they drew in to their final destination she noticed him looking at her, she could feel that prickling at the base of her neck. Instead of reacting she simply focused more closely on the school building looming before them. Students were out of their seats before the bus had even stopped, pressing at the closed doors before piling out like water from a broken dam. She expected him to be one of those, eager to put distance between them, cutting off any link between himself one the new girl. But instead he turned to face her, this time too deliberate to ignore. Her chaotic eyes turned to him, not an exactly friendly look but not one that warned him away either. He had said something, damn she hadn't been listening. She had been looking in to those bright green eyes, half hidden by surfer blonde hair. He looked a little grubby, not like street urchin dirty but just enough to be noticeable to a trained eye.
Her name, he had asked her name. She rummaged amongst her belongings pulling out a small notebook with her name emblazoned on the front.
'Hadley Morris' She held it up for him to see, a simple wordless answer to his query. She made a small gesture toward him, seeming to ask him the same question. It was only polite after all.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 12, 2017 17:27:48 GMT -5
Elliot watched her, his green eyes neither hostile nor friendly, honestly they were more of a blank slate than anything. There really was nothing there, the eyes serving their purpose of sight but that was it. They displayed no emotion as he held the girls stormy gaze, only blinking in surprise when she pulled out her book instead of actually telling him what her name was. Well that was interesting. Maybe she was nonverbal, or hard of hearing. It would make sense, since it took so long for her to respond. Almost immediately his hands rose, slipping into the habit of signing while he spoke. Do you sign? He asked, his hands a quick flurry of motion as he talked, curious to see if that would be a way to communicate with her.
He then saw the small gesture, knowing that she was asking his name. "Elliot." He added simply, not caring to add his last name. It's not like he really should use it anymore, since his father had disowned him and he hated the name to begin with. So whenever he introduced himself it was Elliot, nothing more, nothing less. He continued to walk through the halls, his shoulders hunched forward in discomfort, not liking being this out in the open. Too much could happen, he could be rammed into, someone could start up the normal bully routine that still left him with bruises, the teachers could confront him about his sharp change in demeanor. Sure, he'd always been sharp tongued and sarcastic, but he usually tried to curb it while in school. Now he just said what he wanted to say, and his coursework he only did just enough to get an A instead of going above and beyond. So he hated this time, because too much could happen.
He was tempted to go and retreat to the safety of the band room, where no one questioned him. They let him be, and the band director let him take instruments home to "practice". That being him going out on the streets and playing for money. Elliot quickly sidestepped a gaggle of girls, their perfume and much-too-short skirts making him wrinkle his nose in annoyance. He never understood how anyone thought that was attractive. Granted, he never understood how girls were attractive to begin with but still. The perfume was overpowering like a skunks spray and the outfits just looked... fake.
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Sept 12, 2017 18:08:10 GMT -5
His eyes were so interesting, so blank, void of emotion but so full of a sharp intelligence she couldn't help but be intrigued. People's first thought was always to assume she was deaf, like that was the only reason why people couldn't speak, but she had to admit signing had made her life just a little easier. His hands moves so deftly, as though he had signed all his life finding herself wondering if he had a deaf relative. She didn't need to look at his hands, she could hear him just fine, but she found herself signing back, her movements a little slower and sloppier than his had been. She simply signed 'I'm not deaf' before shouldering her bag and stepping away from the bus.
She stepped away, not bothering to keep the conversation going. She knew what came next, the 'Why don't you speak' questions that she just didn't have the energy to answer this morning. She glanced back at the strange boy, perplexed and just a little amused, before dissapearing in to the crowds. She needed to find the office, get her schedule and hopefully a map so she could actually find her way to her classes.
Luckily for her the office in these big schools always seemed to be in the same place and she found it with relative ease. The one benefit of her small stature was that she could easily duck in and out of the bustling crowds without drawing too much attention. She pulled out her notepad and quickly scrawled a note to the woman behind the desk. Said woman looked up from what she was typing, studying the petite girl over the top of her glasses. Without saying a word she printed a class list and a map, thrusting them across the desk towards her. She rolled her eyes and looking down at the doccuments decided to make her way towards her first class. She had a few Advance Placement classes, which was somewhat surprising. Obviously her previous school had actually had some nice things to say, well hopefully that didn't mean all her teachers were expecting the world from her.
She found herself wondering if Elliot would be in any of her classes, not that she wanted to see him, more that it would be nice to at least know one persons name. Also he could be useful should she need someone to translate for her.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 12, 2017 20:47:00 GMT -5
Elliot almost wanted to point out that of course he knew that she wasn't deaf, at least not completely. She responded to noises, he just wanted to see if she was hard of hearing or not, a big distinction. Instead he just smirked a little, raising his hands to respond "okay", but realized she was already gone. Not one for conversation, which is something he found rather amusing. Finally he found someone at this hellish school like him. Not that it mattered anyways, he had no intention of playing nice or making friends here. He had much more important things to worry about, like where he was going to sleep tonight and where he was going to get his next meal. Elliot shook his head at that, letting out a small sigh and started his trek towards the first class he had: AP government.
It was up three flights of stairs, so he had to deal with the pushing and shoving of everyone in the school, fighting to make it to that top floor. He'd fallen down the stairs once when Jackson shoved him, his body too light to really take the rough movement. But he managed to make it to the class with being only a little bit frazzled. He plopped down in what he had designated as his seat. It was the one in the far back corner, hidden from everyone else in the class because even when he was around intellectuals they looked down on him because he didn't look like them. He didn't dress well, present himself with confidence or an intellectual air. He just slunk from one place to the next, trying his best to be a ghost.
So they took it the wrong way. They saw his clothes, his posture, his quietness and assumed he was a slacker that was just smart enough to get into the Advanced Placement classes. He snorted at that thought, knowing that although he was pretty smart that wasn't the reason for his being in these classes. He worked hard, staying at the library until they kicked him out studying before finding a place to go at night. His peers just judged him because they saw what they wanted to see, not the truth. He sighed at that, pulling out his notebook, leaning back and eyeing the board with his usual blank expression. He already felt himself zoning out, exhausted from the night before and he just hoped that someone wouldn't call on him today. He breathed out, slouching back and placing his head in-between his arms, knowing he'd get some type of nap if he closed his eyes now...
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Post by Kurai on Sept 15, 2017 17:42:27 GMT -5
Sorry about that, thought I posted yesterday but obviously didn't go through. Post is short and crappy but it's late)
She didn't glance back as she moved away, instead moving off towards where she assumed the office would be. She was kind of glad all of these schools seemed to have the same basic layout, it made finding registration easy at least. She passed through the halls unnoticed, the only reason she was grateful for her diminished height, watching the popular kids leaning against their lockers and talking about their eventful evenings. No doubt who fancied who, who was wearing something questionable.
The kind of conversations she absoloutely despised. Finally she found the office handing her information to the bored looking receptionist who pretended she hadn't noticed the new student until Hadley rapped her fingers on the desk. Wordlessly the woman thrust a schedule and a rough, almost useless map in her direction. The redhead rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, now came the challenge of finding her first class.
There were obvious downsides to joining a new school halfway through term. The first being everyone had already made their friends, making it much harder to integrate, not that she would have really wanted to anyway. The second and probably more annoying drawback was that she got stuffed in to whatever classes weren't already full. She had a number of Advanced placement classes, which rather flatteringly told her her previous school had had nice things to say, the first of which being AP Government.
Who in their right mind would pick that willingly? A soundless sigh passed her lips as she looked abut the thinning crowds of students, as though trying to locate someone who might actually want to be in this lesson. Finding only halfwits and preppy athletes she resigned to the fact she would have to find her own way.
The aforementioned map was terrible, there were room numbers but with no information about what floor one might find those rooms. Eventually after climbing far too many flights of stairs and now significantly late she slipped in to the room, apologetically handing a note to the teacher, who looked at her with confusion first and then that painfully forced smile all teachers gained when faced with a new pupil.
"Everyone this is Hadley. Please take a seat." Great more unwanted attention, she thought as she slumped down in a chair and pulled a work book out.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 15, 2017 19:09:33 GMT -5
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Elliot had honestly stopped paying attention by the time Hadley had stepped foot into the classroom. His head was down, the long part of his blond hair falling over his too big sweater, his constant tapping stilled as he drifted off to sleep. Again, he never learned much in this class. The teacher more often than not had to stop the lecture to argue with one of the know it alls that thought the teacher was teaching the wrong thing. So usually he spent the hour napping or screwing off, teaching himself after school when he studied at the library until it was closed and he had to find a place to spend the night. So he didn't hear it when the signing girl was introduced, his eyes closed and snoring lightly as she went to sit next to him.
The lump that was Elliot didn't stir at that, not noticing the new form near him. He just shifted a little bit in his sleep, his arm stretching so it was over Hadley's side of the desk. The seventeen year old wasn't used to sharing his napping space, anyways, so he usually stretched out until the teacher caught him and yelled, giving him a lecture he'd received so many times he could repeat it word for word himself at this point. So he slept on, unknowingly in someone else's space now.
(Ahh same. I'm sorry it's so short, I'm on mobile.)
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Sept 16, 2017 4:17:02 GMT -5
Only as she sat down did she notice the male on the desk beside her. She glanced sideways, trying to be subtle as not to instigate conversation. It was then that a wave of familiarity washed over her, it was that same boy from the bus. Was he sleeping?
Of course she too had been guilty of napping in class, but not usually the first lesson of the day, he must have had a late night. That or it was a testament to how boring this class was likely to be. He stretched out, his arm flopping on to her side of the desk, breathing light and indicative of sleep. His forearm had fallen over her book making it somewhat difficult to even attempt to take notes so she carefully tugged at his sleeve, lifting his arm and moving it away with a small huff.
Obviously he was used to having the desk to himself and she kind of felt bad for infringing on his space. Not that she had much choice. In the background the teacher was droning on about goodness only knew what, this certainly wasn't going to be a class that interested the mute girl. At least as she looked at her schedule she realised she had art and AP English later on in the day, that would hopefully be more enjoyable.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 16, 2017 8:49:55 GMT -5
Elliot stirred when his arm was tugged on, not used to having such a gentle touch. Usually the teacher would slap his desk with a ruler, or in the streets he'd be kicked awake so he could be told he wasn't welcome in whatever dank alleyway he was staying in.
So needless to say, he woke up pretty quickly st the nudging. He raised his head slowly, it feeling like it was filled with cement, his green eyes filled with sleep as he looked at the girl sitting next to him. He barely recognized her, only remembering the hair after a few moments. Hadley. The girl who didn't speak but used sign to communicate. He straightened his back, a frown lighting hisnformerly peaceful features, his hands lifting a little do he could talk to her, knowing he'd get in trouble if he actually used his voice in class.
"You have this class?" He signed, his brows furrowed a little on confusion. He just wanted to know why she chose this seat... wait. That seat was the only one open. Which meant she had to sit in his table, so he probably couldn't get the necessary sleep that he got in this God aweful class.
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Post by Kurai on Sept 17, 2017 15:43:01 GMT -5
He looked exhausted, his eyes filled with that dull mist that always followed sleep. She wanted to apologize for waking him, although he had been sprawled over her desk, in such a way he was bound to get in trouble. He stared at her with a blank look, trying to remember where he had seen her before. His hands lifted as realisation dawned on him, signing to her. At least this way they wouldn't get in trouble for talking in class, not that it was something she had ever been in trouble for in the past.
"No I'm just here for fun" She responded, her hands fumbling slightly, she was so out of practice. "It was one of the only open classes." She said dropping the sarcastic look that had flicked across her eyes. In the background the teacher was droning on about goodness only knew what, even not really listening to it, it sounded dull and tedious.
Her main thought was he was one of the students willingly taking this class, did he use it simply as a chance to sleep?
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 17, 2017 16:16:28 GMT -5
Elliot stretched a little, the smallest of smiles touching his lips, nothing more than the slightest upturn of his lips, as he read her rather sarcastic response. So this girl had a discernible personality. That would help him remember her, before nodding knowingly when she explained it was one of the only open classes. He knew what that was like, but he also had to take this horrible class. It was one of the last required classes he had to take to get his degree, and there was no way he was going to take an easier class than AP. He tried, but quickly found that the students in the normal classes were worse than the arrogant know it alls in Advanced Placement. The ones in the normal classes were insufferable, and he'd even seen a few smoking in the class and blowing it in other kids faces. So there was no way he'd be in one of those classes willingly.
'Hate to break it to you but this is one of the worst classes.' He responded with the smallest of smirks, his own signing a little slow as he fought to stay awake. Not that he was planning on being up for much longer. After he gave the girl advice he was planning on going straight back to sleep. This was one of the few classes he could sleep peacefully in, the tables being big enough for him to be comfortable in.
'It's better to teach yourself,' he added with a small yawn, before lowering his arms and settling himself onto the table, his green eyes fixed forward and watching the teacher. It was clear he was waiting for a chance to close his eyes again.
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