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You guys ever have one of those weeks? Where Murphy's Law becomes godly and everything that can go wrong does. And HOW.

Which might be part of the reason he's half-asleep on the table, one arm hanging off the table and the other one being used to bury his face into. And even without that, it's easy enough to notice it looks like he hasn't slept in... well, a week. But it seems more like a physical inability to rest rather than any conscious effort on his part.

Of course, anyone with the eyes for it could notice that he's supporting another soul on top of his own, which probably isn't helping in the least. But it probably answers why he's been missing for a week. Or seems completely inclined not to move from his spot half-sprawled on said table. Or why all of the demons have given up on moving him from there.

Maybe you'd have better luck?

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[Clearly you lack those massive amounts of Diligence points. Or your teacher's just a freak. Since he's having no problems with it. Meanwhile, just devouring chips and occasionally tossing bits of the burger to the Orthus when the zombie janitors aren't paying attention. Lalala innocent~]

Mn. [And silence. Pah who needs small talk.]

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{Well teacher does have a high tolerance for caffeinated beverages in large amounts so it's not... that bad to think about. Also the zombie janitors? Orthus doesn't like them either, thus the two headed dog nips at their ankles when they pass by when those jaws are consuming table scraps.}

... Been a while since we did something like this. {Well remember who can't stand silence in large amounts? And by this he refers to having a meal with teacher with no one hounding them, not the whole 'fak your soul someone's soul hnngh' situation.}

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[Daww~ Cute little Orthus. And it's all right if you insist on talking. Though the statement makes him freeze. Internally running through his thoughts. ... Hm. I can't even remember the last time we did this...

Ah well. Sips soda again before speaking. Totally composed after genociding half the snacks on the table.] It's a nice change... But how long was 'a while'?

[You'd fail at measuring time too if you passed out for weeks at a time.]

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{Yeah that's what we thought teacher. A glance to the empty chip bags scattered around them and the box of donuts hasn't even been given a second glance. Yet anyway.

Taking a moment to think about it, he's running through the time you've been gone, spent here in the Velvet Mall or with Thanatos doing only Elizabeth knows what along with the lessons you've pushed back.}

... Five years? {We love you teacher but holy crap.}

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[Stare. Blink. Silence. ... Other self whyyyy such a procrastinator.]

I see. I'll just have to be more brutal with my version of you. [You say you want all your lessons on a timely basis? We shall deliver. And HOW. And don't worry, those donuts will be maimed soon enough. Just watch.]

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... How? {We are going to be deader than dead can be while still in the state of being alive, that's all he can believe with those words and that tone. In addition to being harassed by the sisters and Igor. Oh life, so wonderful to us. }

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It was a joke. [Still that same flat tone as ever. Back to his soda. Was... was that really a joke? Really? Your sense of humor is lacking. Or just trying to ignore that 'five years' comment when he's been told he'll only be around for one. Ugh damn confusing alternate 'verses.]

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... {Dead quiet now sir, we can't tell if you're serious or not anymore. Confusing universes indeed and if it hasn't been five years, it sure feels like it.}

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[Well, that's your problem to figure out. Not mine! And don't worry, you get used to the overlapping timeframes after a while.]