As Kris took notes, he opened up a separate private messenger window for class, and texted, "Package en route." Before hitting the send button to its recipient, he waited for the teacher to finish the lecture and move onto classwork, before raising his hand to ask permission to use the restroom. Kris sent the text as he got up, nonchalantly walked by Psycholangelo's seat on his way to the door, and nearly tripped on the sulky kid's outstretched legs.

"Dude WTF, your legs don't decide your personal space," Kris spat at him, kicking his shins to make the point.