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@veracaravello ➳ 12:45 pm, their office “V!” Bursting into the room slightly out of breath, basketball in tow, Audrey beams at Vera on sight. She’d been using the remainder of their lunch hour to shoot hoops with the students outside. Her colleague, of course, had stayed stubbornly behind instead of joining her in the sun, but Audrey had taken it upon herself to include her regardless. “You work too much,” she reminds her as an afterthought, fidgeting in the chill of the AC and waiting rather impatiently for Vera’s full attention. “But check this out, the kids and I have been practicing.” She spins the ball on her index finger, purposefully catching Vera’s eye over its top and raising her eyebrows before slowly bringing it, still spinning, to her face. To her credit, the transfer to her nose is smooth. The ball spins impressively for an instant, then falls directly onto Vera’s workspace; where it bounces loudly once, twice, against the organized mess of her papers, onto her lap, and then the floor beneath her desk. “Pretty cool, huh?” 

@rvrquinn ➳ 3:00 pm, gsa's assigned classroom “Honestly, if you’re on Gaytok, this is gonna be, like, a total walk in the park for you.” Signing her name on the club roster with a flourish, she hands River the clipboard next. “It’s super easy. We spend a little time on current events and their 'for you pages,' and then I turn them loose to mingle. Just make sure the cool gays don’t obviously exclude the—“ She stops short, gaze darting quickly toward the door to confirm its closure. The very last thing she needs is any number of the poor, socially awkward souls she’s describing eavesdropping on her judgement, no matter how accurate. “Weird gays,” she finishes, concluding the thought and offering him a tight lipped smile in apology. “Y'know what I mean?”

@missdanii ➳ 4:00 pm, the music room Audrey has been playing scales to the point of exhaustion and has still managed to make very little progress toward sounding less like a dying elephant and more like someone even vaguely musically inclined. “I suck,” she states, standing and rolling her neck and shoulders in frustration. It’s lucky she’s not the pessimistic type, or she’d be forced to acknowledge her goal of embodying Kenny G by the end of the school year is completely and utterly hopeless. There’s nothing at all smooth about this jazz. “I thought I’d be better at this,” she huffs. The admission has become more of a mantra since her first lesson with Dani, and one unlikely to change given the circumstances. “I don't wanna brag, but I can hold my breath for, like, a really long time. How can my breathing suck?” 

@theosilva ➳ 1:00 pm, his office “You really think I saw Wicked for the plot?” She snorts, throwing herself into the seat nearest his desk and crossing her legs at the knee. It’s their free period, otherwise known as the hour she spends harassing Theo where he can’t escape her. “I thought they were lesbians, Theo.” Her look earnest, she leans forward to invade his space even further. He reminds her a lot of her brother. Perhaps too much; there’s something sickly satisfying and familiar about taunting him. “That’s why I gave the community theater a one star Yelp review. Not because I thought your performance felt a little flat, or you would’ve been better off as a flying monkey. Swear.”