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“No, I don’t want to talk.” Megan sighed and pulled her knees closer as she continued working at the sketch in front of her. There were small droplets on the page from tears that had escaped. It must have just been her hyperactive emotions, but she’d been spending too much time thinking recently. “I just want to sit here and draw this bloody tree until it’s perfect okay?”
“Hey! Grab that-” Riley wasn’t able to finish his sentence because in his panic induced state about grabbing a dog that he wasn’t even sure why he was chasing, the boy had managed to run face first into an innocent bystander.
“Crap, are you alright?”
Ingrid looked around the less than crowded facilities in search of finding her way to the practice rooms. That’s the only reason she even remotely agreed to coming here. “I’m trying to find the practice room? Could you point me in the right direction?” she said with a fake sincerity.
“Look, I completely mean to be rude with this, but what could you possibly want? If you can’t tell I’m a little busy trying to grade these papers before the semester is up and I’m going to need all of the silence and lack of idiocy I can get.” Valentine nearly growled.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“You are mistaken I do not have any classes to teach today.”
“So, this ‘New Year’ thing everyone’s talking about,” Lena started, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips. “Does it involve a party?”
Sigyn had been dealing with her stress in many ways, most of which included cleaning, going on long walks, and locking herself in her office for long periods of time. Right now her office door was slightly ajar and she was working on grading papers for one of her classes. She had classical music playing through the speakers of her computer and a hot coffee sitting in a mug nearby.
She couldn’t be bothered when the door opened further, but only just took enough time to respond in words. “Good afternoon.” Or perhaps it was evening, she didn’t know for sure.
“Could you pass me that towel please?”
