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Gale relaxed slightly as there was no obvious signs that Sonny was irritated with him; oblivious as he generally was, he could at least notice when people were getting fed up with him most of the time. It happened often enough after all. Settling himself more comfortably on the bed, he nodded, thinking over the class in his head. He sat relatively close to the back, and often arrived early to class, so he generally had a pretty good view. Now that he thought about it... "Grahm for Bio?" he started with a soft, borderline curious, tone.
Poking through his smaller bag, he unearthed his phone, which almost instantly began to buzz softly to indicate an incoming text. Flipping it open, he read the message before looking back at the sender and noncommitally closing the phone and setting it an arms length away, as if the message would jump out and bite him. He really wished his sister would stop giving his father his number, she meant well, but believed too much in their father. The man was still convinced that his son was delisional and/or sick.
He glanced up as a voice sounded, but didn't say anything, more than content to let Sonny reply.
Poking through his smaller bag, he unearthed his phone, which almost instantly began to buzz softly to indicate an incoming text. Flipping it open, he read the message before looking back at the sender and noncommitally closing the phone and setting it an arms length away, as if the message would jump out and bite him. He really wished his sister would stop giving his father his number, she meant well, but believed too much in their father. The man was still convinced that his son was delisional and/or sick.
He glanced up as a voice sounded, but didn't say anything, more than content to let Sonny reply.