<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, The Flat - On the way out<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Maria, Emily, Kumari (might overhear)<br/><hr/><br/>He smiled a bit, too. It was thin, and he actually bit on his tongue a bit to keep it from being too noticeable. He was glad. No matter how much of an asshole he might act, no matter how much it might seem like he just wanted to leave, he wanted them to be happy.  When he heard John's barb, though, he laughed a bit. Then, he gave himself a slight slap to the cheek. "So, it isn't a dream. The star student's gonna play hookie." Ooh, counter-jive.<br/><br/>He wasn't too much bothered by it, though. He honestly didn't care too much about school. Speaking of which... he went off to the bathroom, to check out his face. He had what was called a five'o'clock shadow, back in America.  Perpetual stubble, really.  He liked it, liked the way it made him look.  He wasn't really gonna do anything with it, even if he's thought about growing it out.<br/><br/>About a minute passes by, and only a few of those is spent checking out his facial hair.  He didn't want to bike with a mostly full bladder, that was uncomfortable. After taking care of business, and washing up, he would head out of the bathroom, and towards the door. "Later, all. And don't worry, John, I'll let the teachers know you're under the weather." He said that to John when he came back down, unaware he had already taken care of it.