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The science classroom was filled with the noise of chatter as a practical was going on- fifth period on a friday no less. Glass beakers clinking together, bunsen burners releasing a steady hum of noise, and the assorted chemicals fizzing and bubbling.
(Tall) George sat at his desk, the constant noise of his classmates filling his senses as his pointed ears twitched slightly. Not like it mattered though- frankie was there, one of the few guys he liked who wasn't part of his omega harem, and who he would actually listen to. Frankie stood at his side, mixing some random chemicals together. Half of them weren't even given by the teacher, god knows where he got them. But when it started fizzing and releasing a gas, he instinctively jumped back. But george, being the dumbass fucking slow idiot he was, was sitting down during the practical and couldn't react in time (mrs. Nielsen would be so disappointed)
Before he could do anything, he'd already inhaled the gas. It had almost a sickening sweet taste, like saccharine. He then heard a voice from above, and a bright light from the ceiling. Was this it? Was this god?
His suspicions were quickly disproven, as he saw...dr house? The lupus guy from those tiktok movie clips?
"Everybody lies...and it's never lupus."
His godly tone reverberated around the room, and then he retreated from view and the light faded.
When george gained consciousness again, frankie was standing over him as he laid flat on the floor. Nobody else noticed, luckily. And not even frankie noticed how georges tail whipped back and forth with excitement, and the red tint to his face.
Frankie reached an arm out, his face didnt look concerned however- if anything he looked smug, like he was about to mock George for being the fucking bitch ass idiot he was.
"Hey man. You good? You took a bit of a tumble."
"Yeah. I'm...i'm good."
Georges voice trembled as he tried to look away from frankie as he accepted his other to help him up.
Who knows what would happen next?