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Even the lingering purple sky and continued potential to convince kids that the world was ending had done little to stave off the boredom for longer than, say, half an hour at most. It seemed that, far from what Nem had initially theorised, the older they got, the more suffocating this state of ennui would become. They didn't know how anyone could stand it.
They were having a particularly troublesome time with it today, but met Fuller-Thompson with a nod as they strolled into the classroom, hands in pockets. "Afternoon, Professor. Shame about that whole impending apocalypse thing, huh?" Joking? Not joking? It was even harder to tell when they weren't doing that whole cheerful bit. "Least we're all in it together."
Crossing the room, Nem took up a seat by the window, slung their bag under the desk, and immediately rocked back on two chair legs, looking out at the doomsday sky. |