Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Anakin wearily kept glancing over his shoulder at the teacher in the back, angling himself slightly so he could see the man's face, even though from the distance he had to squint to see what he was saying, though at the moment that appeared to be nothing. Spinning around in his seat when he felt a tap on his shoulder, Anakin glanced up to the face belonging to the hand, and grinned with his own wave as Vashti slid into the seat next to him. "Hey." He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself...
Before his own attention span was shot and he noticed the teacher walking towards the front of the classroom, snapping at students left and right as he went so it appeared, though Anakin had no way of knowing what they might have said to him. And then he was giving out the first instructions. That he was SHAW. Nothing else. Just SHAW. And asking them to say it along?
Meh. Anakin would take the bait. "SHHAAAAAWWW." Happy Mr. Scary!Crazed!Professor person?
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