[What? Those skinny arms? The skinny arms that haven't been used in... uh... a lot of years? Pfft.]
What're you gonna do? [Noah challenges, hands on his hips in the sassiest way a kid like him can possibly manage.] Wave unfinished homework at me? No thanks.
[That's rude as hell.
But, right, acting natural. So far they've done an okay job at that, Noah thinks. Like, other than the snooping around part. He has to wonder about the bloody footprints, though. They've definitely gotten those everywhere, and when Noah takes another step forward, they're continuing. Which can only mean good things. Illusory blood, illusory school, illusory math equations...
Illusory students barging into the room with some mops and shouting at them to clean up the mess they've madeβ oh dear. Noah wants to pitch a fit, but there's sort of... no way he's getting out of this one. What's he supposed to say? "It wasn't us, ignore the fact that the blood comes from our footprints, we didn't do it." Yeah, right.]
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What're you gonna do? [Noah challenges, hands on his hips in the sassiest way a kid like him can possibly manage.] Wave unfinished homework at me? No thanks.
[That's rude as hell.
But, right, acting natural. So far they've done an okay job at that, Noah thinks. Like, other than the snooping around part. He has to wonder about the bloody footprints, though. They've definitely gotten those everywhere, and when Noah takes another step forward, they're continuing. Which can only mean good things. Illusory blood, illusory school, illusory math equations...
Illusory students barging into the room with some mops and shouting at them to clean up the mess they've madeβ oh dear. Noah wants to pitch a fit, but there's sort of... no way he's getting out of this one. What's he supposed to say? "It wasn't us, ignore the fact that the blood comes from our footprints, we didn't do it." Yeah, right.]