*˖ ⊹ “ they just let anybody have kids, huh? “ henry muttered, mostly to himself, though in the emptiness of the classroom, it no doubt carried across to the teacher standing behind her desk at the other end. he didn’t like talking to strangers. he especially didn’t like talking to strangers who, for some reason, had interest in talking to him, and didn’t understand how to shut the fuck up. henry was almost certain if he had to listen to that woman talk about her sewing projects one more time ( she had definitely given her name, more than once, but he always stopped paying attention after the first three words that came out of her mouth. ), it might actually push him over the edge he felt he was constantly teetering on. he didn’t give a fuck about the handmade rabbit that she had crafted─ poorly crafted, if he was honest─ but he was wondering who the hell gave her the idea he did. “ i think i’ve seen rats on the subway that have a higher iq, but betty crocker over here can just go around popping out trolls without any consideration for the rest of us. “ hand came up to press against the bridge of his nose, before with a frustrated exhale he dropped his shoulders down and finally glanced over towards ximena instead. “ don’t look at me like that. “ his nose twitched in disgust at the amused expression plastered across her face, the only hint of expression that had passed over his face since el had run off to grab the sweater she claimed she left in her locker. “ it’s your fault. if you did your job and dealt with these people and their glassy-eyed circus children, other people wouldn’t have to. “ / XIMENA ( @overwhlcmed )