eating lunch outside in the sun, since he can't find a staffroom again.
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sits next to him, smoking. "What happened to your room?" he raises one eyebrow, offering a cigarette next.
arches a brow as he swallows down his sandwich. 'Got lost,' He explains, before gratefully taking a cigarette. He isn't a smoker but_
sometimes those kids riled him up bad.
shrugs. "Ah... How's the play? Any good actors this year?" he grins, lighting up his own cigarette and taking a long drag.
groans and lies back. 'Ah, don't ask...I got one name so far so unless the school wants to fund a dramatic monologue then it's not_
happening this year. Shite.'
groans. "Well, you can ask the new kids around? There was the Finn... The Greek, tho' he's always sleeping..." he shrugs.
hums. The Greek would relish the idea of drama but probably would sleep through rehearsals. 'I'll try the Finn if I can find him. Bet if_
I advertised it as 'raunchy' or 'pornographic' I'd have the whole school signed up.' He grins.
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