Carrie
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** **✦ ︵ ﹕ ꒰ ྀི ー ♡ **Ping**﹕ 

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Stephanie
Its so good looing bro
Pablo
[ i take PRIDE in my cooking ]
Gertrude
My headers abt to look goofy asf in compression 😨
Janet
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 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ~* *~Sky's are prone to stay off-gray clouds are omens too fading at the rate most pleasant memories do~*" ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ

– ,, He walked down the halls, a neutral expression being worn by the male. His eyes remained directed towards the ground, giving an occasional glance up every time he passed a classroom door. He walked at a decently fast pace, though didn't seem rushed. But more like he just had somewhere to be. He didn't bother looking at any of the people he passed, either choosing not to acknowledge them at all, or giving a small nod. He glanced down at his phone to check the time, untucking the device from his pocket. There was still probably around 25-30 minutes left before lunch would be over, and the next class would start.

– ,, Which was good for him. Since that meant he had plenty of time to drop off the homework he had finished late without anyone noticing. He'd turn the corner, staring at the closed door of the classroom. Good. It was closed, which hopefully meant no one else was in there yet? He checked the small window that was located on the door, gratefully seeing that no one was there. He quietly opened the door, half-heartedly expecting the door to be locked. He let out a relieved sigh, having not felt the resistance from the door since it had just opened.

– ,, He stepped inside, standing there for a second as he quietly closed the door. He crouched down for a second, taking his backpack off of his shoulders and pulling out the homework. He'd stand up fully, walking his way toward the desk. Since Shouta was underneath the desk and Selyse hadn't yet leaned over enough to see him, he hadn't noticed the other yet. He looked down at his papers, double checking a few of his answer to ensure that they actually were correct. He squinted slightly at his own handwriting.

He genuinely couldn't tell if he had bad handwriting, or if his dyslexia was just acting up. Either way, he couldn't exactly read it at the moment. He sighed, simply just placing the paper down on the desk. Oh well, he honestly couldn't care less about the homework at the moment.