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Karkat tapped his pink mechanical pencil against his desk as he waited for the bell to sound so he could get out of the worst class in the history of the world called English.
The pencil wasn't his by the way. It was Feferi's. She let him borrow 3 weeks ago and he still hadn't bothered to give it back because it was a pretty awesome pencil. It was jammed full of 0.5 lead sticks and it still had yet to run out despite him breaking the lead when he writes to hard which was all the time. The eraser was a bit worn but the twist up feature made sure that he never actually ran out. And you clicked a button of the side instead of making the lead go up every time you decided to erase something, which he also did frequently.
So all in all it was a pretty cool pencil and he should probably invest in buying some of his own in case Feferi suddenly decides that she wants the pencil back, or he loses/breaks it.
Which with his track record with writing utensils, was completely possible.
"Mr. Vantas if you're done staring at the back of Pyrope's head can you answer the question that is on the board?"
No hablo Inglés was the first thing that popped into Karkat's head which was absolute bullshit since he was almost completely fluent in it since this is America and Americans don't tolerate non english speaking individuals. Especially if those individuals came from south of the border with skin darker than what you could get artificially from a tanning bed or that spray stuff that you can buy from Target.
But Karkat's was so deep into his pink pencil spiel that he hadn't come up with anything better to say than no hablo Inglés.
So he said it and got an abundance of snickers and small giggles from his fellow classmates.
Assholes.
"Really?" The teacher, Mr. Sleuth, asked. "No wonder you're failing this class."
The roar of laughter that erupted through the room lasted until the bell rung and Karkat took his books and grabbed Sollux's arm and pulled him out of the godforsaken class.
"You could sue him." Sollux said though how he said 'sue' sound an awful lot like 'thue' but Karkat knew what he meant because he wasn't an asshole who based people based on how they talked (hint hint to a certain theatre geek who spent all of his time not tailing behind Feferi being an asshole). "You could say he was being racist or something like that."
"Drop it." Karkat muttered pushing his hair back. "Let's just not think about that asshole."
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Dave walked into class with a half empty can of Monster with John walking behind him telling him how unhealthy said half empty can of Monster was.
"It's filled with a whole bunch of bad stuff and you'll just end up crashing and burning!" The blue eyed baby faced Egbert said, more like whined.
Dave replied by taking a long sip from the can and a "Ahhh." and then a "Relax Egbert." because Egbert seriously needed to relax. Like 3 years ago.
"It's your early funeral." John said as he sat down at his seat which was halfway across the room from Dave because Sleuth actually assigned seats by last name.
"Yeah yeah yeah." Strider says taking his seat in the slightly off center center of the class.
He was about to get into his classroom mode where he stared at the board until either he was called on or the bell rung when he saw a pencil in the seat next to him.
"Sweet." He murmured reaching over the grab the pink pencil and spun it a few times between his fingers. "Free pencil."