[centre][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190415/e948761f3a7abc12dab9f2dc7607d76e.png[/img][/centre] [color=7B68EE]"You're going to call the head of school because I am not in the class, you should be teaching, but aren't, because your here? Sir."[/color] He said, just wanting to make sure he understood the situation. [color=7B68EE]"What if I called the head of school, on my Crafts and Pottery Teacher who didn't show up to class. Or the Crafts and Pottery Teacher who let god knows how many students just leave the class."[/color] Zienaknuen knew this 'teacher' couldn't do shit. He looked barely older than the students, which in itself wasn't much, but the way he spoke, he sounded young. The Vatican had taught him how to guess an entities age, independent from their physical body. [color=7B68EE]"How old are you? 23? 25?"[/color] Zienaknuen had no idea how they thought this was going to work. He looked at his watch and smirked. [color=7B68EE]"Well, it been fifteen minutes. You're not teaching the class. I'm legally allowed to leave."[/color]