Cater snaps way from Idia like a rubber band, his countenance changing like he flipped a switch, but his eyes are erratic and his smile forced as he pulls out his phone.
"Lunch is almost over, anyway. I've definitely broken one of the Queen's rules, so I should make sure Riddle sees that I'm not dawdling." Picking up the rest of his uneaten lunch and drink, Cater backs toward the door.
You're going to be okay, right? He knows he should say, but he's gasping for breath, kicking his feet to get up for air, so far past his limit that the reprieve in sight makes it impossible to dole out anymore kind words.
"Text me when you're up, yeah? I'll seeya tomorrow!"
Cater darts out the door without waiting for a response, booking it out of Ignihyde and dumping the rest of his food in the nearest trash.
Idia doesn't have time to say anything, not that he has the energy for it. He doesn't have the energy for class, either. He'll send his drone to record the lecture. Once the door closes, he slowly gets up and goes to his bed, curling up under the covers.
He probably won't see Cater tomorrow. The other boy will avoid him like the plague after today, because who wants to be friends with the gloomiest person on campus? Sighing, Idia buries his face in his pillow and pulls up his headphones, drowning out the world once again.
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Cater snaps way from Idia like a rubber band, his countenance changing like he flipped a switch, but his eyes are erratic and his smile forced as he pulls out his phone.
"Lunch is almost over, anyway. I've definitely broken one of the Queen's rules, so I should make sure Riddle sees that I'm not dawdling." Picking up the rest of his uneaten lunch and drink, Cater backs toward the door.
You're going to be okay, right? He knows he should say, but he's gasping for breath, kicking his feet to get up for air, so far past his limit that the reprieve in sight makes it impossible to dole out anymore kind words.
"Text me when you're up, yeah? I'll seeya tomorrow!"
Cater darts out the door without waiting for a response, booking it out of Ignihyde and dumping the rest of his food in the nearest trash.
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He probably won't see Cater tomorrow. The other boy will avoid him like the plague after today, because who wants to be friends with the gloomiest person on campus? Sighing, Idia buries his face in his pillow and pulls up his headphones, drowning out the world once again.