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“ hey ! “ APHRODITE MAGIC WAS THICK IN THE AIR AROUND JULIET, her smile wide and her outfit chosen straight out of the catalog. a stack of files in hand, she holds out one of the pink pages ( the text moves & changes on the page — thanks, hecate kids ! ) “ i’m president of theatre club. have you ever considered auditioning for the fall musical ? “
“I need more pegs. I want more kids!” A car, green, full of blue and pink figurines, sat on the Life tile space and afforded Paris a set of twins, an occurrence which, unfortunately, made him face putting these twins up for adoption due to the limited number of seats in his car. “I s’pose it would be worse if I had only one space left; then I would have to choose which twin to put up for adoption.” Paris played the Game of Life with all gravitas it deserved.
“Urgh.” He groaned, rolling his eyes backwards, his whole head following, before collapsing onto his desk face-first, not even caring about the slightly sting that it caused. His office hours had been open for the past hour and not a single person had dropped by, and he had blocked out two more hours of the day sitting in an office while waiting for someone—anyone—to show up and ask a question. Considering it was also the beginning of term, there wasn’t even anything to grade. The next punk that turned in an essay that was over two pages would get throttled.
He was considering just getting up and leaving to get coffee, not even lifting his head up, continuing to discuss the pros and cons. He would’ve definitely stayed that way for at least the next five minutes, mentally debating with himself, if someone hadn’t cleared their throat, which he assumed was to signal for his attention.
