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Damien
Interactions - Widely Science Gang but also holy shit that dude just got punched in the face
Damien looked up from where he'd been drawing the new other blond kid that was needling that black haired kid - Grayson was it? - to see the pink haired girl and those... would it be rude to call them ruffians? Damien was going to call them ruffians. Those jackasses punch that black haired kid in the face and the black haired kid ran out of the room and- this was when someone followed him out, right? That's what usually happened. The guy that had just run out was a jerk... but... okay he was a massive jerk but it would've been preferable if all of them just... took a chill pill for a second.
Damien tried putting his head down even more, his invisibility through anonymity was always appreciated in times like these where he was clearly in danger of suddenly being hit. Or maybe he should make himself a little bit more known. That way he wouldn't become collateral. This was a tricky situation, but also considering the two main troublemakers, the blond marble guy called "Lucas" and "Grayson," were gone, maybe the classroom would just... settle down a bit. That would be nice
That would be quite nice. It would be nice.
Then again, "Lucas" was passed out on the ground, and "Grayson" had been punched in the face.... Yeah he wasn't going to put his bets on everyone calming down for a long time. Damien slipped his notebook into his bag. What would be worse than being punched in the face or becoming collateral because someone threw a chair at someone's head and missed and happened to hit Damien in the face? His drawings being messed up, obviously. He put a lot of effort into those, and it would be a shame if a slip of the hand with his charcoal pencil would be what got him to actually care about this class.
Bored out of his mind already without something to draw with, Damien propped his head up with his hand as he leaned over the desk. He felt... slightly more exposed without something to hide behind, but it was whatever. It wasn't like he was flashy enough to get targeted anyways.
Interactions - Widely Science Gang but also holy shit that dude just got punched in the face
Damien looked up from where he'd been drawing the new other blond kid that was needling that black haired kid - Grayson was it? - to see the pink haired girl and those... would it be rude to call them ruffians? Damien was going to call them ruffians. Those jackasses punch that black haired kid in the face and the black haired kid ran out of the room and- this was when someone followed him out, right? That's what usually happened. The guy that had just run out was a jerk... but... okay he was a massive jerk but it would've been preferable if all of them just... took a chill pill for a second.
Damien tried putting his head down even more, his invisibility through anonymity was always appreciated in times like these where he was clearly in danger of suddenly being hit. Or maybe he should make himself a little bit more known. That way he wouldn't become collateral. This was a tricky situation, but also considering the two main troublemakers, the blond marble guy called "Lucas" and "Grayson," were gone, maybe the classroom would just... settle down a bit. That would be nice
That would be quite nice. It would be nice.
Then again, "Lucas" was passed out on the ground, and "Grayson" had been punched in the face.... Yeah he wasn't going to put his bets on everyone calming down for a long time. Damien slipped his notebook into his bag. What would be worse than being punched in the face or becoming collateral because someone threw a chair at someone's head and missed and happened to hit Damien in the face? His drawings being messed up, obviously. He put a lot of effort into those, and it would be a shame if a slip of the hand with his charcoal pencil would be what got him to actually care about this class.
Bored out of his mind already without something to draw with, Damien propped his head up with his hand as he leaned over the desk. He felt... slightly more exposed without something to hide behind, but it was whatever. It wasn't like he was flashy enough to get targeted anyways.