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written by tiny warrior.

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#caelitum

drafts: 12

theme requests: open

est. july 12, 2015.



  

PISTRIIS.

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                    WITH HIS FEET HE PUSHED BACK FROM THE DESK WITH SLIGHT FORCE, b a l a n c i n g himself and the chair he sat upon on it’s two hind legs. Maroon hues LAZILY b r o w s e d over the scenery outside the window before W A N D E R I N G to the new tutor. It was AMUSING to watch him attempt to C A P T U R E the students attention as they b l a t a n t l y IGNORED him and continued their conversations.

                     OI, YOU’RE WASTING YOUR B R E A T H.
They’re just taking ADVANTAGE of you       they always do. 

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ETHAN’S PATIENCE SNAPPED, THEN. It was one thing to be ignored; he was fine with it; but to be blatantly treated as if he was a simple walking puppet was too much for him. He slammed his hand down on the table only moments after the red haired boy had spoken, his own black irises scavenging the suddenly alert faces. ❝Listen, I’m not here to be your background noise,❞ he barks, tone clipped with ANGER. ❝I am here help you, & if you’re not going to APPRECIATE that, then leave. I can give you extra work if you don’t. I’m here to teach, not to BABYSIT.❞

HIS ATTENTION WAVERS TO THE MALE THAT HAD SPOKEN UP,
his eyes narrowing the slightest. ❝What will it be, then, Mr. MATSUOKA?