[Disinterest was strong with these two. Takasugi didn't bother to move his desk; he didn't even bother to stop texting through the announcement of their groups. It was only after all the screeching of dragged desks stopped clamoring in the room that he moved. But not far - Takasugi simply scooted his chair a short distance closer to his assigned partner. It wasn't enough to provide any sort of functional platform of communication, but they didn't need that.
Instead he regarded the question with a returned smirk of his own and a subtle tilt of the head towards the door. His idea? Blow this whole thing off.
Brief eye contact broken, Takasugi keened his jaw back to look down his nose at the teacher and raised his hand, fingers lazily half-curled in a gesture of formality that was just so subtly mocking.]
Excuse me, sensei? May we be excused? We need supplies from our lockers. [This, of course, received very suspicious regard from the teacher, but with no grounds to deny them, permission was granted.
So Takasugi rose, gathering his school bag and letting it hang limply in his hand at his side. He didn't push his chair in on his way out the door.
As soon as he cleared the threshold of the classroom Takasugi produced a pack of cigarettes, pulling one from it for himself before offering one to his partner, provided Izaya had followed.
If he hadn't, Takasugi would linger by the windows lining the wall opposite their classroom until dismissal. Was he smoking inside? Not technically, since he was propped on his elbows hanging out of the window frame.]
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Instead he regarded the question with a returned smirk of his own and a subtle tilt of the head towards the door. His idea? Blow this whole thing off.
Brief eye contact broken, Takasugi keened his jaw back to look down his nose at the teacher and raised his hand, fingers lazily half-curled in a gesture of formality that was just so subtly mocking.]
Excuse me, sensei? May we be excused? We need supplies from our lockers. [This, of course, received very suspicious regard from the teacher, but with no grounds to deny them, permission was granted.
So Takasugi rose, gathering his school bag and letting it hang limply in his hand at his side. He didn't push his chair in on his way out the door.
As soon as he cleared the threshold of the classroom Takasugi produced a pack of cigarettes, pulling one from it for himself before offering one to his partner, provided Izaya had followed.
If he hadn't, Takasugi would linger by the windows lining the wall opposite their classroom until dismissal. Was he smoking inside? Not technically, since he was propped on his elbows hanging out of the window frame.]