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"Even if I could change it," Clockwork hummed, "I wouldn't."
"That's a lie, and you know it!" Danny snarked, "This is literally life or death, C.W., there has to be something you can do?!"
"I thought you were already toeing the line between both?" Clockwork responded gently, unperturbed by the ghost child's petulant outburst.
"Oh, har har. You must think you're sooo clever, huh watch-piece?"
"Sarcasm will not endear you to me, young spark."
"Fine, OK, I'm sorry! But please!! You gotta help me!"
"You remember what happened last time I intervened at your behest, correct?"
"This would be nothing like last time." The young half ghost in front of him huffed, before tacking on, "It's just one measly little piece of paper! Barely even a blip in the course of the time-stream, surely-"
"Daniel," Clockwork cut in sharply, "I am not using my powers to help you save your homework."
"But it wasn't even my fault this time! What am I supposed to tell Lancer, that my ghost dog ate it?"
"Yes. Because that is, in fact, what happened."
"He'll never believe me, and you KNOW IT, Mr. 'I see time from above like a parade'!" He waved his hands around in mock quotes, "I'm already on thin ice with Mr. Lancer as is, and It's the end of the semester! If I don't turn this sheet in, me and my grade's are gonna be ghost-toast for sure!" He wailed, dragging his hands over his face dramatically.
"You'd probably be more like ghost-jam, if I had to hazard a guess."
"Not helping!!!"