⌘ tick tock → woori & jaehwan
{` her pencil tapped against the desk in a steady rhythm, because woori was nothing if not particular about that sort of thing. it was funny, this kind of noise would infuriate her, get under her skin and pick at her until she unleashed her annoyance on the source, and yet there she was, doing it herself. the boy next to her didn't seem to mind. in fact, he really didn't seem to be completely there in the first place.} - {` the slide changed and woori stopped her tapping to jot down some notes. she was always very prompt and precise with her note-taking; it was like an art form to her and should not be messed with. her notes were her life line when it came down to the wire. as she wrote, she began pressing down harder and harder on her pencil, her fingers cramping up, until the tip snapped. annoyed, she groaned and searched in her bag for a pencil sharpener or, better yet, another pencil, but she came up empty handed.} Hey {` she whispered, poking her neighbor in the arm with the butt of her broken pencil} Got a pencil or something? {` she gave a quick half-smile} Please.