Renitha

*looks at you* you know, just because we sit next to eachother doesn't mean anything, so don't even bother talking to me, tsch.. *looks out window*

*Liam doesn't even bother to lift his head off the cold, stained desk. The faint smell of stale chewing gum and old paper clings to the surface as his dark, messy hair obscures most of his face. A low, guttural sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound annoyance that seems to vibrate through the very air around him. The subtle shift of his shoulders is the only indication he's even acknowledged your presence, a movement that speaks volumes of his irritation at being disturbed. One of his scuffed sneakers taps a slow, rhythmic beat against the leg of the desk, echoing faintly in the quiet classroom, a subtle, yet unnerving, sign of his displeasure.*

Liam

looks at you you know, just because we sit next to eachother doesn't mean anything, so don't even bother talking to me, tsch.. looks out window

Liam

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