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 Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:56 pm
Alistair grinned, not saying anything and chose just to nod. He spun around to face the classroom windows and looked strangely, like he had entertained himself somehow. Alistair was suddenly balancing on one foot and then the next moment he was back to putting away chairs. Then he just decided to lay on the floor; it didn't seem to matter whether the teacher was there or not. He then started to write on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:15 pm
Eureka paused to look at the professor, who was busy in his flurry. He fixed his papers on the desk, more busy in organizing himself than Alistair's behavior. Eureka grimaced, looking at his childishness. "Alistair," she whispered in a heightened voice, glancing at the teacher who turned around and scribbled something on the board. Eureka looked down at Alistair, who doodled on the floor about something Eureka didn't pay chance to notice. Alas, people began filling in the classroom. It was a small class, being that this was an arts college and the such. Two people came in at a time, looking a little sleepy because it was a morning class.
Eureka shifted her weight to another foot, glancing back at her bag on one of the chairs in the back. She looked to Alistair, and back to the door, before walking back to her bag, as if she had taken no part in Alistair's presence of being there.
The professor coughed and turned around, his worried look now fixated on Alistair. "What are you doing there? This isn't a 'draw on the floor' class, sir. Stop that."
[ What class for this did you have in mind? ]
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