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Laggy Lagiacrus
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Alan was not really cowering at the back of the classroom – his demeanour was more akin to him being unsociable, isolated in his own little world, where everything was still and quiet. He liked that little world of his, where he could be alone. He liked it when nobody disturbed him. This little bubble was burst, however, upon his name being mentioned in passing. It was a quiet conversation, one he was obviously not meant to hear, but he listened in anyway. He was different, but still prone to bouts of displaying distinctly 'human' behaviour. Not that he couldn't be considered human, of course.
"Did you see Scarface and Paris?"
"You mean Alan? Yeah I saw them What do you think those two were up to?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it. Alan look terrified, no way he'd go along with that sort of thing willingly."
The conversation went on like that, until Thompson shot the pair a freezing glance. Whether it was due to the conversation being there, the content of it, or something else entirely, was unclear. What was, was that they had been told to stop – and that was in Alan's favour. He hated it when people talked behind his back, and these two were doing it in the same room as him.
"Did you see Scarface and Paris?"
"You mean Alan? Yeah I saw them What do you think those two were up to?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it. Alan look terrified, no way he'd go along with that sort of thing willingly."
The conversation went on like that, until Thompson shot the pair a freezing glance. Whether it was due to the conversation being there, the content of it, or something else entirely, was unclear. What was, was that they had been told to stop – and that was in Alan's favour. He hated it when people talked behind his back, and these two were doing it in the same room as him.