ಊ * the art of ditching : sh ٢ yb ☞
It had always been a thing for him to keep going to class as nothing but a mere hobby. It was truly a pain to even try and attend lessons when one had practically lived through every single detail those professors narrated in those slow hours. They weren't even accurate, for god's sake, and those old coots rarely took kindly to corrections. Especially if--though unbeknownst to them--those corrections came from the crazy emperor himself.
And boy. Never did they actually talk kindly about his past incarnation.
So with a sigh upon his lips and a whim slowly forming in his usually deranged mind, Soohyuk found himself in one of the emptier stairwells, a lit cigarette now on hand. He didn't even bother producing a silencing spell for the smoke alarm, let the fires raise hell, in all honesty. He would love to see the look on his partner's face once she finds out the Head Boy had been breaking the rules again. But whatever. It's not like those dweebs could do anything about his existence.
He leaned against the railings, rings of smoke slowly seeping through his slightly parted lips as he did so. God, classes were boring. If only he didn't have that venator job to uphold. Speaking of that, he had a report to pass through later. Well, that could wait. First he had to smoke. Then maybe he could eat some donuts. And maybe, he could find someone to teach the art of ditching to somewhere in between. And it looks like he's going to get lucky today. He already hears footsteps down the hallway.
