Out to Lunch? (C)

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Advanced history wasn't thrilling, adventurous, or even mildly entertaining. That is to say the very least about a class that Allen had already dreaded taking before even signing up for it. Now that he was here, all doubt had been removed about the dull nature of the coming semester. The teacher in fact seemed to pay no attention to Allen's mindless exploits as the blonde set his gaze out the window. She probably knew that Allen was still invested in part, or she just didn't care herself. Whatever the case, he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd grown bored of her own lesson. The male chuckled softly, his index finger gliding haphazardly over the front of his textbook whilst his eyes continued to wander. The minutes ticked by in an agonizing fashion as Allen continued to think on his inevitable release. Not much longer and he'd be freed from the psychological torment. He knew enough about the history of this country, and found it was just as pointless to focus on it now. Was this what he had to look forward to for the rest of the year? Hours of study and an unsatisfying end result? College would be nice, and having the grades that could go towards acceptance was just as easily a bonus. Perhaps Allen was just overthinking how long the course would actually last, it just felt like an unbearable amount of time. When in reality, it was only a year. It'd go by quickly, and then he could look forward to doing almost the exact same thing in his final senior year.
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The male sighed quietly, the teacher's subtle, well-defined voice rambling endlessly in the back of his mind. Allen raised his hand, yet there was no question to be answered. The only reason it had been done, was so that the blonde could slowly run his fingers through his hair. His dull expression panning over his classmates before settling on a certain red-headed harpy. He smirked, noting her appearance before than glancing over her expression. Was she in the same state? This class couldn't be that interesting to her, could it? In all honesty it was just a lazy day for the coffee deprived teen. The dorm was almost never quiet, given his roommate wasn't exactly the most...conventional fellow. Allen frowned at the thought, silently but surely pushing his roommate to the depths of his lower subconscious. He wanted nothing to do with the other teenager as of yet, knowing that a migraine would come just thinking about it. So, to distract himself he just kept his gaze to his textbook (with the semi-often glance to Magnolia that Allen thought he could steal before the teacher noticed). Thankfully she'd yet to understand his childish attention span. It seemed she was getting closer to figuring him out however, and when it felt as though she was about to say something; the bell rang with its usual chime. Allen had never been more thankful, and upon gathering his things, he quickly rose. What remained in his hands was dumped into his backpack, not very organized, but good enough for him. A quick zip later and he began his stroll to the door.
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The intriguing part about his trip however, was that Magnolia had yet to move. Maybe she was finishing up some notes, or was asleep...not that he'd be surprised. Regardless, he thought he could fit in another attempt before lunch. She'd rejected his advances thus far, but what she probably figured by now was that the male was persistent. Now on one knee, he set his arms along the side of her desk. Chin buried beneath the small "wall" he'd made, he took to greeting her. "How is my favorite red-head today?" He chided, awaiting a response before continuing. "You know it's almost lunch, you wouldn't happen to need someone to talk to you would you?" His smile persisted, brow rising slightly. Today was going to be the day, surely.

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[attr="class","tagsie"]MAGNOLIA DELFAU DE PONTALBA