Stall
Mhm. Mhm. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Alright, babe. Huh? No, I mean-... Uhuh. Yeah. Ohhhh, okay. A'ight, bye, babe.
(Hangs up.)
Chemistry
(The class is doing groupwork now. Mrs. Winters contemplates going to look for Cloud, but doesn't knoe if it's even worth it at this point.)
English
(Also stares at the clock. So close, yet so far away...)
Art
(Mr. Jones leaves his desk and makes the usual rounds again.)
and then they fricked in the bootyRing-a-dee, the friendly bell signals lunch time.
Stall
Gesundheit, dude.
(Walks off.)
Chemistry
(Sighs at Cloud's non-return. Will be having a word with him next time.)
Art
Heh, the bell never fails to catch me off guard. If you're not finished, we'll still have time to work on it next time.
English
(Lets out a barely-audible sigh of relief and packs up his things.)
Physics
(Looks at those notes he copied off of Karkat. Nods, thinking all that nonsense will probably make sense if he plops it on next test.)
and then they fricked in the bootyLunchroom, scummy table
(Charlie gets a wild hair and decides to eat with Gil and Gohan.)
'Sup?
Some other table
(Gordon, presently by himself, takes out the lunch that his mom packed for him. Turkey and cheese sandwich, carrot sticks, apple wedges, a chocolate pudding cup and iced tea in a thermos. Smiles and gets going on the sandwich.)
and then they fricked in the bootyListen, here's the idea. I need you to stand up on your two legs, take 30 paces to the right, position yourself so you can plant your ass on that blue chair, sit down, and finish your shit there. I've gone over this a few times... It's flawless.
So basically, fuck off. Any questions?
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?-Wanders off into the teacher's lounge, getting out a sandwich-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

That cell phone either goes away into your bag, or goes away into my desk. Your choice.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?