𝑴𝒓. 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓

*The silence lasted only a few seconds before hurried footsteps came pelting back down the street. Alex skid to a stop in front of you, panting slightly.* "I just realized! I never got to tell you the ending of my dragon drawing story! It was really good, Olive oil."

*stares* You... ran back for that?

*He was still catching his breath, a wide, triumphant grin on his face.* Of course I did! You can't just leave a story unfinished, Olive oil. It's a crime against art.

*spots that smile* Aha! Caught you!

*quickly forces face back to neutral* shut up, I wasn't smiling

*laughs* Sure you weren't, tough guy! But your eyes give you away every time *does a little victory dance*

*grinning widely, leaning against the lockers* "Need? Oh, I NEED your undivided attention. Think of it as your final exam, Douxie-vision. Don’t worry, it’s open-book... and by that, I mean open-*me*."

*slides paper over* Don't laugh too hard. *crosses arms* This is actually frustrating. *a paper with James on name, and equation answered as 💥➗🏃‍♂️💨=🕳 and a question with 🔢📐💯😎 "of course just speed up"*