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ⓧ The door slammed behind him with an intimidating clunk.  Not even glancing out at the rows of desk facing the whiteboard for a second, Doop floated over to the chair behind the teacher’s desk and dropped his coffee mug, shaped like himself, upon the wood surface.  A light brown liquid dripped from the edge of the mug, but Doop let it stain the desk; it was already decorated with similar coffee rings anyway, what was one more?

Not that it was purely coffee anyways.  Placing his lower body on the uncomfortable wooden chair, he took a sip from it and could taste the bitterness of the coffee and sharpness of the vodka he had used to spike it.  He needed it in order to get through this.

Looking out at the desks finally, only one figure was sitting at them, a boy with skin much like Doop’s own.  An angry and intimidating look narrowed Doop’s eyes, and as he took another sip from his ‘coffee’, he floated back up to the desk and studied the whiteboard behind him.  At the top of the board, the faded black ‘DETENTION ROOM’ was starting to come off from many students touching it, rebels who fought against authority figures for the sake of being cool.  How annoying.

Picking up a green marker, Doop uncapped it and scrawled across the surface.  ‘BE QUIET!!’  Underlining it twice so the student would get the point, he pointed at it, sending another glare before sitting back at the desk.

Santo: So Vic?

Brandon: Yes.

Santo: Knew it.

[Text: Vic] He is beauty, he is grace, he's just fallen on his face.