Spillover from intro post

[hardknoxlife]

What it says on the tin.

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[hardknoxlife]

Great minds think alike, then!

[ And his hand's going up too. ]

Might be a good idea, yeah. Alright, on three then.

One.

Two.

Three.

[ And if you don't mind, he's just gonna pinch your arm, Aoba. Not too hard, of course. ]

[intonation]

[ On three, Aoba pinches Ronald at more or less the same moment. He winces despite knowing it's coming, and holds his breath.

Three...

Two.

One.

Nothing. Aoba lets his breath go in a whoosh of air. ]

So this isn't a dream.

[hardknoxlife]

[ It's almost as if they exhale at the same time. There's an evident frown as Ronald straightens up, ruffling his hair after. ]

So much for thinking it'd be that easy. Can't fault us for trying.

Wager you haven't tried leaving, have you?

[intonation]

Leaving the classroom? [ Shaking his head, Aoba glances around the room. No one else seems to be paying attention to them. No one aside from the other, equally confused classmates of theirs. ]

Not yet... but I think I saw some people leave earlier. Unless you're talking about the whole school.

[hardknoxlife]

Wager leaving the room's all well'n good...

[ And if you'll excuse him, he's going to sit himself down on the nearest desk. Maybe sitting down will help him think. Maybe. There's a hum of thought as he turns his head up to the ceiling. ]

Had a butchers 'round outside yet?