fandomhigh | Applied Inventiontronics, Period 4

The desks were paired off again, each with a set of tools, and there was a crate full of ~~completely modable~~ spare parts.

Yes, kids, it is project time again, and Glitch was standing at the front of the class looking very delighted by the whole thing. Really, this was probably his favorite kind of class to teach.

"Alright, class," he said with a smile. "Today, you're going to build something out of nothing. Pick up some parts and start to put them together. Don't worry if you can't get it to work or don't have a set design for it. It doesn't even have to have a real function, if you can't find one, heh. The point of this is for you to get an idea of what it's like to start building something with these materials."

There may or may not have been a moment or two where he bounced ever so slightly, but those moments should be ignored.

"And don't forget that after next weeks break, you'll need to be ready to bring in your preliminary designs for your final projects."

Nothing like ending the lecture on something to strike fear into the hearts of his students, though that wasn't entirely intended.

[ooc: The OCD is ~~a work in progress~~ up!]

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Well, that was different.

"Liir?"

It was withing the realm of possibility that the green boy in front of him was not, in fact, Liir, so it was probably good to ask.

"No," he snapped, the whole of his body shaking with...

With...

He didn't even know what. But he did know he wasn't happy.

"It's the string beans you had last night for dinner come for revenge."

A brief pause.

"Yes, Liir."

"Well, you're," he didn't state the obvious, which took a tremendous amount of self restraint, "different at the moment."

Glitch frowned.

"Does this have something to do with your memory issue?"

"I don't know."

Ground out. Was it the green? Did it drive you to rages and antisocial behavior? Or was it the feeling of being violated that bothered him so, of being changed as if by a sneak thief in the night?

Or because it felt like he was being mocked. Yes. That was it. More than anything else.

"I just woke up like this this morning. Can you fix it?"

Please went unspoken.

"Fix it?"

Mechanics, clockwork, crystals, science, and he had to ask about some strange skin pigmentation?

"I don't think so."

He breathed out. Slowly.

"Thank you," he said anyway. "I'll just... keep myself to my room and work on my project then, I suppose."

The green might have disguised him had he looked sick, but it showed all too clearly how heartsick he felt.

Glitch frowned again, then decided a change in the subject would help.

"I heard back from the Queen. We can make the trip to see her whenever you're ready for it."

A beat, as synapses formed a connection between that and the current situation.

"She might be able to help if you're still green then."

"I'd... prefer not to be green when I see her," he said, keeping his breathing steady and deep. "It's not a color well liked in Oz, at least not when I'm from, and I'll be nervous enough."

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"We could wait for it to go away?"

Synapses were flashing in the hopes that it was something that would, eventually, go away on its own.

"That... that might be wisest if you don't mind," he said, though he was thinking of Michael's offer of help for later.

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He nodded. "That's fine. Do you think you'll be back to normal next week? During the break?"

"I... I should hope so. Even if I'm not," he thought of Chad, of last night, "I don't think it can wait any more than that. It shouldn't."

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Another nod.

"Let me know when you're ready so I can make the arrangements."

There were synapses flaring away about something, some suggestion or idea, but it refused to make itself known.

He nodded.

"I'll... let you know."

There was a pause.

"Can I stay in your office tomorrow? I-in case?"

And now his stutter. Dammit.

He blinked, but tried to hide it. Didn't Liir always stay in his office?

"Of course you can. You can bring in your work for you classes if you need to, too."

"Thank you."

Because he'd be hiding most of the time, but having someone to hide with made it a little better.

There was a long pause before he finally said

"I'm sorry for snapping. Earlier. I don't--"

He breathed in.

"I feel like someone's played a prank on me and I'm not used to it anymore."

"You're welcome."

A beat.

"And don't worry about the snapping. I've heard a lot worse from people who had a lot less reason for it, to be perfectly honest."

He would not insult the specific members of the court by name, but he could.

He wanted a hug. He desperately wanted a hug. Part of him ridiculed himself for it, for acting like a child and wanting someone to hold him... except, perhaps, that no one ever had.

He nodded.

"I'll try not to do it again," he said anyway.

Glitch smiled at him reassuringly.

"It's alright if you can't help yourself. I can't imagine turning a different color does much to keep anyone in a good mood."

He would try to hug the professor if he stayed any longer.

"I should head to my room." Or rather, Andrew's.

"Thank you again. I'll see you tomorrow."

And he'd see if he could cook up something to make up for today's snap.

He nodded, again, and his synapses rattled almost in protest to it.

"Tomorrow, then. And you're welcome."

At which point he ran off with a green-handed wave.

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