Before Blake knew it, the period had passed. He managed to finish with time to spare, but he couldn’t deny that was definitely the longest it took for him to finish a test. If he had to actually start studying to get through this class… The thought made him shudder as he turned it in to Om. He wiped the metaphorical sweat off his brow as he packed his stuff into his backpack, slipped it over his shoulder, and went into the hall. Class was essentially over by then, so he just made his way over to his third period class ahead of time to reunite with his brother. Neither twin looked any better, really, but it was nothing they weren’t used to.

Once that period passed the two were bound for the cafeteria, finding something to talk about by contemplating how a Gundam Justice League AU might go. 

Nerds.

Unlike most of the people in the school, the two usually prepared a lunch ahead of time so they wouldn’t have to deal with the dangers of the mystery meat. They’ve been packing their own meals since middle school, really, so avoiding it wasn’t very hard for them at all. Sure it got kinda stale since the only real mixup to it is the kind of snack they bring to complement their sandwich, but it had to be better than school lunch. Their commute to the cafeteria was stopped up by the commotion at the door. The two peered up over the crowd of growing shoulders, managing to make out that one of the people there seemed to be… Largent!

[color=mediumpurple]“Oh, that one dick?”[/color] Al asked.

[color=yellow]“Hey, yeah, that guy!”[/color] Blake responded, [color=yellow]“…Oh man, the other guy’s probably dead if that’s actually him!”[/color]

Al was just about to ask him if he was going to do something stupid, but Blake was already in motion to go help Richard up. Plan Stupid full steam ahead!