A new dread came upon The Undistinguished Pupil as The Soft Hearted Maven broke their introspection; someone had seen them out, they were sure they zipped out like a maddened bat and yet they were found. The 'hiding spot' admittedly wasn't the best, with just the classrooms wall between them and anyone looking to get a breather. (This is just what that was, most definitely, a breather! Surely!)
Slowly, agitated eyes scrawled to look over at the kind seeming young lady. One of the sweetest faces amid their peers, up there with her own companion, The Socialite, and The Tailor when they pouted.
"May-ven?" Their voice jumped and the youth hoped that it was disguised by their accent. "Oh beg pardon, good lady... I felt a touch... Ill." They swallowed.
Re: Break Time
Surely not...
A new dread came upon The Undistinguished Pupil as The Soft Hearted Maven broke their introspection; someone had seen them out, they were sure they zipped out like a maddened bat and yet they were found. The 'hiding spot' admittedly wasn't the best, with just the classrooms wall between them and anyone looking to get a breather. (This is just what that was, most definitely, a breather! Surely!)
Slowly, agitated eyes scrawled to look over at the kind seeming young lady. One of the sweetest faces amid their peers, up there with her own companion, The Socialite, and The Tailor when they pouted.
"May-ven?" Their voice jumped and the youth hoped that it was disguised by their accent. "Oh beg pardon, good lady... I felt a touch... Ill." They swallowed.