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by Adig01 on Sun Apr 28, 2013 7:39 pm
Surma was about to protest to Aira's words after what felt like two years and four months, but noticed how she looked away at the window. He fell silent and turned his head back to his own piece of work, rather surprised at how well it had turned out. Surma was never really the artist, and painting with handcuffs is silly by anyones standards, but regardless he admired his efforts. After a moment he returned his gaze to Aira, hoping to change the topic and maybe lighten up the mood again. "So... You think I'm going to get that bed?" he chuckled slightly at the entire situation, finding the ridiculousness of it all hilarious. "I don't get how these guys expect to keep us all in here when they can't even plan simple room allocation." Surma sighed and shook his head, a smile still on his face before he heard footsteps come up from behind him.
"Hm... Interesting... What does this mean Surma?" a female voice said.
Surma turned to look at the art teacher, who seemed to be examining his painting closely. He looked back at the painting and thought for a moment, "It means..." he paused, and really looked at the picture. "It means... that the rooms here are shit. Look how clearly freezing it is in there!" he sighed again and shrugged, before looking at Aira and giving her a subtle wink and cocky smile.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
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