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"Oh wow, would you look at that? Mr. Albert, the walking fossil, is lying still on the ground! How unexpected!” Jenny smirked, a chuckle building behind her lips. Even as the two seemed panicked. “Oh come on, why aren’t you guys laughing? Oh right, your faces say it all—this is no laughing matter. My bad, I forgot that we were supposed to take every little thing seriously. How silly of me." Jenny’s legs where still up, and she popped a bubble. “I think he’s,” she stuttered “well, I think he’s dead.” Jenny slung her legs back under the desk as the blonde collapsed into a chair next to her. Oh. Well—but—it was probably noth—“Please, just talk to me, any topic works, except for well, I think you know what” Jenny didn’t really believe it. Of course he’s not. He’s not dead. He has probably just tripped and they freaked out. Jenny watched as the blonde struggle to catch her breath, feeling some kind of ping for her. She also couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous herself as she watched the girl, wondering what could have caused such a strong reaction in the two. But J.B knew better than to show her own nervousness outwardly. Not in front of the wolves. Instead, Jenny tried to calmly focus on her own breathing, taking deep breaths in and out to avoid any signs of agitation. She made a mental note to check in on the girl so she didn’t collapse next later on, while also trying to keep her own composure in the situation. “You—you think he’s actually dead?” Jenny blurted, stuttering for once in this dmn school.
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Orp ◆ @Jass ◆ Fern
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