 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Eight am was too freaking early.
Jeez, the boy hardly had enough time to do anything that morning. Part of the fault lay in him for ignoring his alarm and then rushing towards the end to try and find a clean pair of socks. Sitting down and having a proper breakfast was out of the question: he'd simply grabbed a piece of toast and unceremoniously shoved it into his mouth before rushing out of there.
Life of a lazy student, man.
Toast chewed and swallowed, Grayson headed into the--
Er. What?
The one long table down the middle wasn't something he cared about a lot. No, it was the lack of things on the table. No plant life in a greenhouse? Weird or what? They were going to work with something, weren't they? Though, if this was gonna be a theoretical lesson, dude wasn't going to be very impressed.
"Good morning, Professor!" he called, giving the man a nod as he headed over towards an empty spot along the table. He placed his bag onto the table and took out some of the necessary items -- quills, ink, journal and whatnot -- before letting his bag drop to the floor beneath the table. Ready, yo.
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