“can you believe mr. armstrong assigned the fake baby project?” darcy asked the person who was standing beside her. “it’s not fair to make students who are already working so hard in their classes and extracurriculars have to stay up all night to feed and change a sack of wires. i’m so glad i’m not in his class this semester, it would totally interfere with power squad,” she grabbed a pamphlet and handed it to the person, “but if you want to know the best way to not have to deal with one of those babies in high school, you should come to friendship club. we’re having an entire meeting about it during lunch and we’d love to see you there.” @hqdbulletin
“i mean, armstrong’s a dick as well as the rest of the school’s staff, so it’s not too surprising. probably got his own baby at home pissin’ him off, so he wants us to suffer too,” words are spoken carelessly, paired with an occasional shrug. his eyebrows do raise though, right after, in the way they always do when something stupid is bound to come out of his mouth seconds later. “oh no, wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he smirks, “that’s about half the reason most of us even show up to this dump, to see you girls run around in your cute little skirts and matching pom poms,” he teases. and it is just teasing, because he knows darcy’s off limits, courtesy to spinner of course, ( no matter the relationship status ), but it doesn’t stop the satisfaction of ruffling her feathers, especially when she makes it so easy. he lets off a snort at the pamphlet, half expecting her to withdraw it within the next second, scrunch her nose up, and offer some sort of smart ass comment. “you’re aware of who you’re offering that to, right? what, you’re not expecting it to burst into flames the second it touches my hand?”
