‘ give you a hand? why the fuck should i do that? you’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge of the whole thing not me! ‘ he scoffs in response, clearly adamant about not putting an ounce of effort into their schoolwork.
‘ and it ain’t my fault you managed to completely fuck it up - ‘ mista continued on before taking a brief pause. when he took another glance at their project it was then that he realized that his methods of getting others to do his work for him wasn’t going to really work this time around. in other words, if he was to leave everything to josuke then there wouldn’t be enough time to make the project, at the very least, presentable; and honestly, mista couldn’t afford to get a failing grade, otherwise he’d fail the class and be forced to take remedial classes … which is something the italian-cuban did not want whatsoever.
‘ - forget it! i’ll help with the dumb project! just give me the fucking instructions to read since apparently you don’t know how to do it for shit. ‘
Josuke gave the other a dry look the entire time, silently handing over the instructions. He was clearly too tired to put up with Mista’s attitude, but he was glad the other eventually decided to cooperate. This grade was much more important to Mista than to Josuke, that much was obvious -- the teen might look like a delinquent, but he was a good kid who at least did his homework. Still, this project was pretty important, so he did his best... But the boy was never an expert on aesthetics. An exasperated sigh left him before a smug smile settled itself on his face.
“Nope, apparently I don’t. See if you understand this enough to do it better than me.”
Josuke checked the time and found that, if they were going to continue to fuss like this, there wouldn’t be enough time to finish the project before he had to go home -- and he wasn’t sure if his classmate would appreciate staying the night to work on school-related things.
“Good luck.” That probably came out less sincere than he had intended.
