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>> mathematics, césar
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Jakob’s green eyes flicked up when someone started coming towards him-a youthful looking boy with bright blonde hair and blue eyes. He pretended not to pay too much attention, but inside, he felt very excited-if this student chose the right seat, he would fall right into Jakob’s trap. “Excuse me,” the boy said to him, fiddling with his collar as he attempted to sit on the chair. “Is this the-” Right as he took a seat-the dust secured itself to the bottom of his pants. Jakob’s head snapped up, and he watched-his eyes wide with excitement and amusement. The dust, in a second, would begin to work, hopefully lifting the boy out of the chair in some way-though there was only dust on his bottom so it might look a bit silly. He could hardly contain his laughter, but he wanted to see if it would work first.
orp >> @edelgard ahhh i hope you will be entertained~
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