#* speaks.

it’s a luck of the draw that they’ve been situated together within the confines of the classroom, forced to work together on a new project. his friends mocked it, but he shrugged his shoulders at that disrespect. the last thing he feels is embarrassment however, and this can be made evident as his fingers oh so subtly, trail against his thigh ; pressing his lips together as hues search the rest of the classroom, before he’s looking over at him ; head resting within free hand. ❝ what do you think we should do then, huh? ❞ he smirks a little, knows it’s only him who can witness it. 

❝ do you have to leave the bed, really? ❞

❝ can i ask you why you’re looking at me like that? ❞ the kid can get a little paranoid at times, rubbing at his cheek since he’s sure there must be something on his face. 

❝ ....well, that was fun. ❞

❝ i’m exhausted. ❞ he sighs, yawning soon afterwards as he takes a seat next to her on the couch, pushing himself back against it ; head resting against the back of it. 

lucas didn’t get mad very often, so when it did happen it could take him longer than usual to cool off. he’s seating on the bench, hands on his thighs ; he’s trying to stop them from shaking, but it seems impossible currently. ❝ you ever hated someone so much you can barely see? ❞

the kids had been wishing to see her, and he’d have been lying if he ever suggested he didn’t want to see her himself. they’re still a little hyperactive and he has to assume that that’s probably what disneyland does to you! after all, he’s not too different himself --he can just, hide it better. effy has the bag in hand ; promising that she’d look after it because she so badly wanted to give the present to keziah, and he wasn’t about to turn her down ; she had a face you just couldn’t say no to. knocking at the door they just wait, whilst effy giggles as she over to lily with a beam and a scrunched up nose.