When Gamzee showed it was twenty minutes late for class, in clean clothes and looking as if he'd at least eaten some time over the weekend, the usual peaceful look on his face that said that even though he was here, his mind clearly wasn't. He was carrying his binder under his arm, his hands hidden up in the sleeves of the overshirt he wore unbuttoned over a faded but serviceable wifebeater. He'd pulled his dreads up behind his head in a loose ponytail and for all anyone else could tell, it was like last week never happened.
After the interruption the class resumed easily and Gamzee slouched down in his seat beside his lab partner, who was giving him a strange sideways stare but otherwise saying nothing. The bruising on his face was covered up by the layer of white paint and for once, nobody was saying anything about that either.
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Date: 2013-08-13 06:36 am (UTC)From:After the interruption the class resumed easily and Gamzee slouched down in his seat beside his lab partner, who was giving him a strange sideways stare but otherwise saying nothing. The bruising on his face was covered up by the layer of white paint and for once, nobody was saying anything about that either.