[center][sup]Collab with: [@lovely complex][/sup] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk3NDQ0OC5RMmh2WTI5c1lYUmxJRTFwYkdzZ1JtOXlJRlJvWlNCVGIzVnMuMg,,/vectroid.regular.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/qFVGRr3.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Lg6zXSJ.png?1[/img] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/59ef5933c4b49532e66ad61491d98b65/tumblr_mmjkihoujy1rs5e0ao1_250.gif[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/04TpFWU.gif[/img] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d456693b38690c3ba9e6ab6ee563d404/tumblr_mmjkihoujy1rs5e0ao5_250.gif[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LmRiMWY0My5URzl5Wld4bGFTQkdiM2hzWlhrLC4w/clarissa.personaluse.png[/img] [b][color=08c7d1]Location:[/color][/b] Homeroom [b][color=ff2052]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Each other [img]http://i.imgur.com/qFVGRr3.png[/img][/center] [indent]Man these guys were [i]weak[/i]. Why didn’t they ever want to do anything wicked awesome? The Swiss Alps were lit as fuck; there was snow and like lodges with saunas and stuff, Mariah didn’t have to be such a [I]BABY[/i]. And, like, Jamaica? Hawaii? [I]AMSTERDAM?[/i] Christopher Robin had already made what was by far the best suggestion that any of them could possibly come about! The Swiss Alps had the [i]stomping grounds[/i] for fuck’s sake. Glumly, Christopher Robin sat down at his desk and folded his arms. He looked like a pouting two year old, and honestly; he [i]knew[/i] that, but he didn’t care.[b] [color=08c7d1]”Swiss Alps a best,”[/color][/b] he grumbled. The young man folded his arms over his chest and reached into his backpack, pulling out his history book and notes. Yeah, he was so upset he was going to [i]do homework[/i]. This discussion was agonizingly painful for Lorelai. While everyone was offering their ideal places to visit, she was balancing her pencil on her pointer finger. Couldn’t they just do some random lottery or something? Or even better, the teachers decide and the students don’t find out where they’re going until they get their plane tickets! Regardless of where they went, her main priority would be making sure Christopher Robin enjoyed himself, even if the place itself wasn’t where he’d want to spend his senior trip at. Temperance would be happy wherever as long as Lala went along, so that wasn’t much of a concern for the tom boy. Her brown orbs glanced over toward sad face Christopher Robin, who was actually doing his homework, all the while she balanced the pencil on her finger. [b][color=ff2052]”Piglet, I’m sure you’ll go there anyways. With or without classmates.”[/color][/b] [b][color=08c7d1]”Yeah, but it won’t be free.”[/color][/b] Christopher Robin grumbled, making a note on his paper. All these fuckers were gonna vote for some island paradise and instead of boarding on the school’s dime, he’d be doing [i]surfing[/i] or, like, sitting in the sand. At least he could be a sand castle? But snow was better for that anyway! This was all Mariah’s fault, probably. Or maybe Remy’s. Yeah, those two. Fuck ‘em, they brought the sand upon him. Probably, maybe other people would vote with him and he’d win. Grabbing her pencil with her free hand, Lala twirled it once and then went to a blank piece of composition paper to doodle. She started tracing a pouty chibi-version of Christopher Robin, since chibi art was the only kind of drawings she could do, or shitty stick figures, anything else, was pure crap. While she drew a small crown over his head, since he was her baby prince, she absentmindedly responded, [b][color=ff2052]”Money is not an issue for you. You just want the slopes.”[/color][/b] She would draw him sitting on a sand hill, decorate it with shells and sea animals, and have him grumble, “I hate it.” [b][color=08c7d1]”Hey, money is [i]always[/i] an issue. Moms always says ‘if you can get something free, get it free.’ How you think they stay millionaires?”[/color][/b] Christopher Robin asked, looking over at his girlfriend with a crazy look on his face. Was she serious? Come on, now. Free was a positive thing. [b][color=08c7d1]”What would I even [i]do[/i] at a beach? They’re lettin’ me down, man.”[/color][/b] He muttered, turning back to his notes. At least old wars were pretty cool. History in general was super lit, Christopher Robin dug it. All those old dudes did a lot of cool stuff! From what Christopher Robin could gather, the French sucked and were really angry about furs, or something… He wasn’t [i]totally[/i] clear on what happened, but like. [b][color=08c7d1]”Did you know people used to like ride elephants into battle? That’s so cool. Like a tank, only alive. And, like, bigger. Man, history is [i]so dope.[/i]”[/color][/b] [b][color=ff2052]”And now they’re among the most abused animals in countries like Thailand and Vietnam because of tourism and entertaining the public so we can ride ‘em. I’m pretty sure they’re held captive and dying off… but that’s a depressing topic. Let’s not talk about that.”[/color][/b] Lala was focused on her drawing, but if there was one thing she wasn’t afraid to do, it was speaking her mind to her boyfriend. [b][color=ff2052]”Also.”[/color][/b] She glanced up to look at Christopher Robin’s face, [b][color=ff2052]”Y’know there’s more to do at countries than go to the beach, like if we go to Hawaii there is the Waimanalo Reservoir which is basically a giant ass slip and slide. Or I’m sure we can find people that offer helicopter jumps or… let’s see what else, we could totally get flyboards and go over the water while our classmates swim. That’d be fun.”[/color][/b] [b][color=08c7d1]”Sometimes things have to die so we can ride them, dude. Elephants lived a long life, they get to be in comfy zoos now and ridden by soccer moms. I wish soccer moms would ride me. I don’t even know what a flyboard is. There can’t be much more than the beach, it’s like an island… I’m grumpy now. I don’t wanna go to no island. I don’t like the ocean!”[/color][/b] Christopher Robin blew a raspberry and slammed his history book shut. Work was done, what was he supposed to do now? Complain, duh. [b][color=08c7d1]”If ya’all vote for some dumbass island you best prepare yourselves for a Christopher Robin that you ain’t never seen before. I’ll bitch so much it’ll make Jar’s emo level look D-Tier at [i]best[/i].”[/color][/b] How to keep an upset Christopher Robin semi-happy and not continue complaining? After placing her pencil down, Lala grabbed her backpack from the floor and pulled out a gray thermo. Bringing it near his face, she smiled, [b][color=ff2052]“Here.”[/color][/b] They had this thing where they always came prepared to make the other happy when he or she got suddenly emotionally stirred. Lala had more than this on her, but his favorite drink was the easiest medicine for her distressed Piglet. Chocolate milk. She wasn’t even going to bother responding to anything else he said, he was in no mood to have a conversation. Her solution: give him something he loves and then he’ll keep down and not disturb homeroom every five seconds, with huffing and puffing. While still holding the thermo, she looked up to the class and offered her vote, suggestions, or whatever, [b][color=ff2052]”Alps gets my vote. Weed too. Creepy dolls, sure. But like Si, I… don’t care. Though, fuck tans. And a talent show?”[/color][/b] Lala chuckled at the thought. A few of their classmates had talents that couldn’t be showcased on a stage, like her. [b][color=ff2052]”Yeah. I’ll blow glass for ya’ll for like an hour. It’ll be dope.”[/color][/b] she teasingly joked and gave Sierra a lighthearted wink. [b][color=FF4500]”You guys are on a roll today with the profanities.”[/color][/b] Making a face, Christopher Robin snatched the thermos from his girlfriend and pushed it open, sipping at the chocolate milk. At least bae knew what he liked. Wife material, that girl was… [b][color=08c7d1]”Look, teach. I had a long weekend, I’m having a long Monday. It’s gonna sleep man I can’t nerf the way I talk every day, I’ll get confused.”[/color][/b] Mr. Clarke raised an eyebrow at Christopher Robin and then let out a light chuckle, [b][color=FF4500]”And I’ve had a long life, you’ll be okay.”[/color][/b] [/indent]