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HIS BROW BEATEN expression was one that seemed to be PERMANENTLY plastered onto his face, EYES like fire as open hand slowly but SURELY curls into a fist for a second, DARK like an eclipse as his TEETH grind against each other like METAL GEARS in a machine before he exhales SOFTLY, trying to blow off the ANGER like steam from a locomotive. ADMITTEDLY he would’ve preferred BEING face first into a WALL compared to this BUT EVIDENTLY the universe was saying otherwise and all that SLIPS out is a bit of greek.

“Θεέ μου, αρρωστημένο κάθαρμα…”

               WOW, THAT WAS A LOT OF IRRITATION. especially out of someone he’d barely even spoken to, and certainly, hadn’t done enough to warrant such a response. the wolf doesn’t get a chance to respond, before the professor storms in, his student aid then moving around the lecture room to pass out the aforementioned QUIZZES. 

       ❛  ─  ah, mister stark, so nice of you to join us today. only for the quiz, i assume…  ❜   the professor states, tone dripping with sarcasm, before a roll of eyes is issued in his direction. instantly, logan’s eyes narrow slightly, and he mutters lowly under his breath. he’s really not a FAN of being called out, nor having the attention thrust in his direction ( so much for flying under the radar ).