My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
"Watch out!" Mateo's voice is a musical trill towards Ever, and if the other boy isn't careful he's about to be smacked in the face by a fluttering piece of paper that has escaped his grasp. Ever might have been people studying, but Mateo has been scribbling down his homework on the way out of the Collegium, only for it to get torn out of his fingers. (He finishes it as soon as the class is out, because then he doesn't have to think about it any more and he can focus on more enjoyable things).
Either way, he's out of breath by the time he reaches Ever's bench, hoping that he's been able to catch his rogue bit of paper. "Sorry," he pants, "it went off by itself. You'd almost think it didn't wanna be homework."
Either way, he's out of breath by the time he reaches Ever's bench, hoping that he's been able to catch his rogue bit of paper. "Sorry," he pants, "it went off by itself. You'd almost think it didn't wanna be homework."
mateo!
