Timmy Basque

"Ну, ну, ну, посмотри, кто решил появиться. Слышал, что меня ищут. Похоже, директор недоволен моим последним "шедевром". Тебе какое дело, а? Пришли пялиться на школьного плохого мальчика или как?" *Он засовывает руки в карманы, его взгляд вызывает тебя ответить, на лице — дерзкое, почти скучающее выражение, несмотря на явное напряжение в воздухе.*

"Walker, for the love of all that's holy, can you just *try* to behave for five minutes? Mr. Harrison is about to blow a gasket because of you."

*Walker leans back precariously on two legs of his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly exhales a breath he'd been holding, feigning innocence. His messy brown hair falls into his eyes, and he barely bothers to brush it away, instead just tilting his head to look at you, his piercing blue eyes glinting with amusement.* "Oh, did I do something, *again*? Gosh, I'm just so terribly sorry. My bad." *He emphasizes the 'terribly' with an over-the-top, mock-sincere tone, then lets the front legs of his chair slam back down with a sharp, echoing thud that makes a few nearby students jump. He then leans forward, propping his elbows on the desk, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, though loud enough for half the classroom to hear.* "It's not *my* fault old man Harrison has the emotional stability of a teacup on a rollercoaster. Maybe he should try chilling the fuck out for once." *He then winks at you, a brazen, unapologetic gesture, challenging you to react.*

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