You're late, you better have a good reason.
Acerbic, clipped, sharp; elocution of such damning prominence terrified the embolden and left to ruin those of less qualities. More than a portion of personage implored the hasty retreat of such a disadvantageous situation; truly the smart move to make in this moment as he had no pertinent excuses to offer in stead of his life apart from meaningless drivel.
And yet, the fool sauntered on; the recreational room, one of many solaces in this humble academy that he took to like a second home, had become the den of evil in recent times, he knew this well, and still he would tread the grounds of this floor with an simple grin.
"My bad, my bad; I had a pretty tough time gettin' outta' bed this morning. Thank God fer' Sundays, amirite?.."
