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FURROWED brow comes as he grunts, rising to his feet and shoving people to the side before pulling a small air horn out of his bag, GRUMBLING under his breath at the ready to HONK it before the PROFESSOR’S booming behind him right as Karter bears down upon the horn’s TRIGGER, the thing swatted from his hand as the professor leers at him.
“MR. KANE–––I see your problem solving has yet to improve for the better.”
It’s as if he’s parting the red sea, but the minute the professor speaks the entire class FALLS SILENT, everyone clearing leaving space betwixt KARTER & the guy who he was READY to threaten again before he grumbles ROLLING his eyes and trudging back to his chair before falling into the comfort of his desk. ONLY to be met with the professor speaking again.
“TODAY I will be assigning you to your LAB PARTNERS for the semester. This will help you learn to coexist with your colleagues and work as a unit while simultaneously testing your ability to follow direction while in a lab setting.”
HIS GAZE casts back to the guy across the room, his expression taut with a MIXTURE of sarcasm & frustration before he speaks.
“Mr. Stark it appears you have MANY admirers in this class, but seeing as you HOLD the highest grade currently I will be pairing you with someone OF EQUAL skill to yours––”
A PAUSE and Karter’s eyes widen when he’s met with the expression of his professor again, DEADPAN TURNING TO A SHEER grimace as Karter sighs.
“MR. KANE–––meet your lab partner. Mr. Stark.”
HE’S NOT A FAN OF LOUD NOISES. nor was the rest of the class gauging from various flinches, though, the reactions were due to two totally reasons entirely. with a clenched jaw, and a decent amount of effort, the wolf glanced over at the stranger ; fingertips digging into the desk surface. for the briefest of moments, logan releases a mental sigh of relief, when the damn horn hit the ground with a hefty clatter against the floor.
that sense of relief is short-lived, of course. long before the professor had gotten to his rather long and drawn out point, the wolf knew damn well, that he wasn’t going to like that was going to come out of his mouth ( and sure enough ). ❛ SOME PEOPLE need more help learning how to coexist than others… ❜ the wolf observes, while sinking slightly into his seat, and presses the pad of his index finger into his temple. ❛ ─ admirers. sure. whatever you say, man. ❜ no, it was more like ‘ let’s all get in good with tony stark’s son, ’ because everyone thought that would somehow benefit them in some way, shape, or another.
with a withering stare, logan glances over at the guy that had been incredibly antagonistic, for pretty much NO REASON AT ALL, other than the fact that he had some sort of stick rammed up his ass about being surrounded by rich kids ; and scoffs. ❛ ─ why am i not surprised? ❜ he mutters under his breath. so much for his well laid out plan of avoiding this class as much as possible.