— free period next, you see, and he just had to put it to good use. (@WiltingShock.)

"Tch. Your apology is not accepted." He replied simply in a flat tone. "Oh, and I bought you coffee today. Because — (Ivan Castellan..)

— I'm just nice like that." He gestured to the table, where a cup of hot (probably cold by now) coffee was standing. (Ivan Castellan..)

"......LET GO OF ME." Tries to peel Tajanna Griffin off.

"But I actually don't? Oops. Don't cry, don't cry." Pats Tajanna Griffin.

"I–" BLINKS. But doesn't push Tajanna Griffin away. "No, thank you. I don't need love."

A few minutes later, he walked to @WiltingShock's class after she'd entered, leaning against the wall by the door for at least fifteen —

— minutes, making sure the lecture has started for a while, before pulling out his phone from his pocket, checking the — (@WiltingShock.)

— come out from @WiltingShock's class. Hopefully, she hasn't put her phone on silent mode.

— text that he had just sent to himself from @WiltingShock's phone. Then he dialed the number whilst listening to any sounds that might —

"Lies? I never lie. I'm an innocent, pure squir– I mean– person." (Tajanna Griffin.)

As he heard the sound of @WiltingShock's ringing phone from the classroom, he snorted, and had to suppress a laugh, mentally patting —

— himself on the back for such a /great/ successful prank. He would love to see @WiltingShock's reaction, and the reaction of the rest —

— of the class, but instead, he made his way through the corridor, away from @WiltingShock's class, since– well, if she comes out and —

— finds him there, laughing? @WiltingShock would probably /kill/ him. Without a doubt.

Eventually sitting up, he rested his feet on the table in front. "Anyway, nice comfy couch you've got here. This has — (Ivan Castellan..)

— officially become my new resting place." (Ivan Castellan..)

"What the–" Aggressively flips Ivan Castellan..

Unimpressed face. "I know you want to sit on me, but stop using me as your chair." (Ivan Castellan..)