"Like, I have a question Mr.Oct," Feliks called from his spot in the back of the room. It was the most convenient spot to paint his nails without the teach’ catching on, and a nice spot to take a snooze if that really, really tall kid sat in front of him. But that wasn't important right now.
What was important was that his arm was starting to cramp up from being held up for so long. Like, seriously, he'd raised his hand for a whole minute and the teacher still hadn't picked on him! Whatever.
Before the teacher could find the time to reply, Feliks quickly continued,
"Well, first, there's no way your dog, like, died or whatever, because your eyes totally aren't red and puffy and gross. Second, like, you totally need to do something with your hair, because it's such a shame you have so much of it at your age, and do nothing with. And, third, why are we learning about this old dried up place anyway?" Feliks frowned lightly, because deep frowns meant furrowing brows, which of course lead to wrinkles.
"Isn't this, like, a school for the super natural? Aren't there more important things you could teach us?"
[[Sorry if I made him too annoying Orz *Has never roleplayed such a flamboyant character]]