“What can I say. I loathe all men except for me…whenever I am one.”
(Closed) Role Play With @thighhighcrocs
She snorted. "That was literally the most beautiful sentence I've ever heard."
“Thanks Rookie.” She laughed with her.
The class quieted down ass the teacher, a man in a sweater and thick framed glasses, walked in.
L gave Rookie a look like ‘oh no’ and ate another Oreo.
"Hello class. I'm Mr. Walshire, and I'll be your teacher this semester." He said, pointing at the white board that all ready had his name on it.
Rook was muffling snickers with her hand.
L gave her an amused look.
"He's so nerdy." She whispered in between muffled giggles.
“Shush you’re gonna get us in trouble.” She responded, elbowing her. Really she was also trying not to laugh.
"I thought you wanted in on that?"
“Yeah but not for something dumb.”
"Do you ladies in the back have something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" Mr. Walshire asked, and Rook opened her mouth to say something likely sarcastic and bitchy.
L grabbed her hand quickly to stop her. “No, sir.” She replied, plastering on her best socially acceptable smile. “Sorry sir.”
Rook huffed and slouched back down, mumbling what almost could have passed as an apology.
“Let’s see if he’s gonna be homophobic or not without me being a shit. Then we’ll decide how much of a pain in his side to be.” She muttered, just loud enough for Rook to hear her.
"Fine. You're lucky I like you enough to listen."
She gave Rook’s hand a quick squeeze. Honestly the anticipation of role call was making her way too stressed out.
He started calling out names, listening for the students 'here' and marking something on his clipboard.
This was always the worst part of school. Correcting the teachers on her name. Especially when the pack was in the room.
((i cant remember if rooks name or l's comes first
((I don’t know if L even has a last name oof
((aaaaaaaa
((gay panic
((im uh gonna go with rook? hers starts with g?
((Okieeee
"Rook Garcia."
"Physically but not mentally here!"
L chuckled quietly but she sounded nervous.
((Lemme check actually. I think L does have a last name
((I was wrong. Welp make up name time! Let’s say Luna MacMorrow is her given name.
((aight
He called a few more names, and reached the M's. Rook squeezed L's hand as he called out. "Luna MacMorrow."
“Here. And sir, it’s just L…” she added on nervously. The guy she’d been watching earlier turned around in interest, you could tell just by his expression that he was an asshole.