things had been tense at gallagher following recent events, and micah thought he’d been dealing with it well - or, at least, better than some. he did, however, have a naturally suspicious nature. so, after forty minutes, when he decided he could almost DEFINITELY hear whispering coming though the vents of the quiet classroom (or were the walls just super thin? it was hard to tell), he made the snap decision to investigate.
he was standing unsteadily on a plastic chair, hovering on his tiptoes when he managed to pry the metal grate away from the opening. the cover sprung from the wall with surprising force, hitting micah’s brow first, and then bouncing from the chair and hitting the ground with a resounding crash.
it clearly caused enough of a commotion to alert whoever was passing in the corridor, because the classroom door was opening almost quicker than micah could jump down from the chair, trying to look less guilty than he felt. “oh, hi... nothing to see here–” he pressed his fingertips to his forehead, spotting a small amount of blood. “ah, CRAP.” @gallagherstart
