Gamzee looked down at the hand on his desk, then up the length of the arm to raise an eyebrow at the owner of it, leaning back in his seat and giving him a shrug. "Guess I am. Ain't nobody taken an interest in all that before. You got an angle here broham?" He tilted his head and gave Eridan a crooked little grin, clucking his tongue against the back of his overlong teeth. He tucked his pen behind his ear, leaving the paper he'd been idly scribbling on the desk. It was supposed to have been their study guide for the weekend from the previous class, but instead it was mostly scribbled in, various portraits in the cleaner corners, surrounded by disconcerting, vague imagery.
At the offer of a tutor, Gamzee shook his head and grabbed for his binder under his chair. It was dilapidated, looking as if he'd had it all throughout his high school career, packed with paper and a couple of folders but not much else. He tucked his pen away only to take out another one and go back to work.
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Date: 2013-08-12 09:14 pm (UTC)From:At the offer of a tutor, Gamzee shook his head and grabbed for his binder under his chair. It was dilapidated, looking as if he'd had it all throughout his high school career, packed with paper and a couple of folders but not much else. He tucked his pen away only to take out another one and go back to work.