 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah snapped along with Professor Cassie as the proud moments were read out, shooting her button a look when it burst out Your nostrils flair with the grace of a butterfly. RUDE. That was called interruption, which you'd think the button would avoid considering it was supposed to be nice. Being interrupted definitely did not feel nice. 'Scuse you, button. Nice compliment, though. Nostrils deserved appreciation too.
Her fingers quickly reached the point of feeling like they'd break right in half from all the snapping, so she put her hand in the air. Everybody else had answered with essentially what she'd meant to say, but if she snapped one more time she was DEFINITELY going to need a visit to the hospital wing. How did Professor Cassie do it all the time? "The beds kind of tie into the whole dreams and relaxation thing, like everybody said. If we're trying to tell the future it helps if we can clear our minds by laying down 'n breathing or something like that."
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