Study Hall -- Thursday, November 10th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

At the front desk, Sarah is teaching the puppies to attack a tiny toy robot. Most of them are gnawing cutely at it.

Due to the fond looks everybody has been casting at the corner of the room, she's brought the pool table back.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

The paper hits him in the cheek and John laughs. "You throw like a girl."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Can't do my best work with something this lightweight," retorts Anders, wadding up a second piece of paper and aiming at John's nose.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John holds up his notebook as a shield. "I think you're just a wimp," he says, poking his head out from behind the notebook.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I'm a wimp? Who's the one hiding behind a notebook?" Anders sets up three or four little folded triangles of paper on the table and flicks them at John one by one.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John's able to block a few but the rest hit him and sting. Just a bit. "Taking a good defense doesn't mean I'm a wimp!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Right." Anders flicks one last paper projectile at him and winks.