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[b]Time: After Class - Present Day
Location: Homeroom - DWMA[/b]

Diligently a ballpoint pen scratched across a notebook. Keywords, definitions, and even jot notes lined down the page. Notes that were enviable at first glance for their organization and concise tutelage over easy-to-read handwriting. Henry, the long haired scruffy looking Halloway twin made his school work look comparable to art. His black dress shirt was untucked, lazily two buttons were actually buttoned to shamelessly fail in hiding his band shirt. Black jeans with wrinkles and a pair of comfortable brown sandals.

Peter, the other Halloway twin had his notes, scratching through commentary of his own to keep focused throughout another repetitive lesson from the infamous Professor Stein. Both twins were in their school uniforms, Peter immaculately formal in his default black suit, sporting the school’s logo over his right breast pocket. His uniform was ironed to be wrinkle free, pressed black slacks with shiny dress shoes, his square framed glasses polished with hair cut stylishly close to his head. In the horrible heat, even as the Illinois native Peter was, he never complained.

Between them sat their partner, Vanille. Staring off into space as per usual. Her notepad completely empty.

When the bell rang she shook free of the boredom spell, both twins packed away their school supplies. Henry carried his things in his arms while Peter slide his things into a shoulder bag. Henry stretched, letting out a sigh as his back popped. “[color=cornflowerblue]Mildly interesting wouldn’t you agree Vani?[/color]”

“[color=rosybrown]Utterly electrifying,[/color]” Peter replied dryly. “[color=rosybrown]C’mon Vanille. Let’s go, we’ve got shit to do and there’s AC in the car.[/color]” 

When he didn’t receive a reply he cranked her head up, “[color=rosybrown]Earth to Vani, do you read us? Shit to do means combat training, you know.[/color]” He let her go throwing his hands up. “[color=rosybrown]Your favourite thing.[/color]”

Henry chuckled brushing hair from his eyes to squint down at her, “[color=cornflowerblue]I call shotgun, get first dibs on the radio. Not to mention there’s that pop quiz for Professor Jekyll we have to study for. He is horrible for trick questions.[/color]” He groaned, only taking a little imagination on how that would go.

They waited for their partner to join them, filing out from the lecture hall.

[@Hero]