Art
(Mr. Jones does his customary rounds and gets a sip of coffee as he passes his desk.)
Chemistry
(Sees him jerking awake. Sigh, eyeroll.)
Please stay with me, alright?
(Moar wurdz!)
Theatre
(Yakkity yakkity yak.)
(That emo kid whose arm Cloud twisted gives him a venomous look.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Chemistry
(Great, gotta stop down for that little fuck again.)
Max. This isn't making it go by any faster. You know that, right?
Theatre
(Now have some Latin wurds!~ ºvº)
(Sulky McMopesob gets fed up with Cloud's lack of response to his hate vibes and decides to glare at Solaire for being so goddamn cheerful.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Now, light bends around compressions in spacetime, like so. You can see that—
-Lecture goes here-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Chemistry
I'm paying attention! Just stuff. Go on.
Theatre
-Is having a nice (recorded) conversation with Cloud, who is unfortunately feeding into what she wants him to say about having gay orgies afterschool, thanks to a lot of doublespeak that goes over his head-
English
-Stares at Karkat- Are you reading?
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistTheatre
(omg prepz? prayz 2 satin 2 kill him Continues to give him unfriendly ogles. Probably thinking about saying mean things to him whilst Slipknot plays in the background.)
(Almost as invested in Graeco-Roman technobabble as she is in making her students do inane warmup exercises.)
Art
(Pops by Peacock's desk.) Like how that came out. See how it helps you to follow the lines and curves with your eyes?
Chemistry
Alright, then.
(Snoozefest.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-tries to quietly wake Max up before Winters notices-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI