At the School, all by himself (Oh dear)

[happiest_mask]

Was? Mr. Mask at SBG, alone. Since he didn't go to the hot springs
Wo? SBG campus
Wen? The whole trip
Wer? Mask, and maybe Weavile (only he may hack)

Mr. Mask had gotten up, just like any day, and gone to work. He was at the school to watch everyone board the buses and leave. He sighed, Have a good time, everyone!

Once the buses shot off in their fits

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[camo_box]

((THIS IS AWESOME.))

[happiest_mask]

After several hours, Mask felt the need to snoop. Firstly, he put on one of his masks, the Mask of Truth, and strolled gleefully over to a small stone that was placed in a hallway full of teachers' offices

[happiest_mask]

Once Mr. Mask has come back to his senses about the newly found object, (He decided to leave them, and not speak of it to anyone. And he had checked the room. He was very afraid of Samus.) he decided to pull out something to entertain himself, inside his own office this time

[midnitepsych]

Weavile had spent Saturday evening relaxing in his and Waluigi's room. After the exciting bus ride, all he wanted to do was go to sleep early.

Sunday, however, was the day Weavile was going to spend being social. However, he was a bit hesitant to go straight to the hot springs with everyone. He was also somewhat curious as to what Mask was doing while almost all the students and teachers were away. Maybe Weavile should call him?

The pokemon counselor hesitated before picking up the phone in his and Waluigi's room. He just hoped he wouldn't be interrupting Mask if the other counselor was doing something important.

[happiest_mask]

*RIIIIIINNNNGGG!*
*RIINNGG!*

"The dead have spoken!" he completely spazzed as the thunder cracked and the phone rang. He flailed himself out of his desk chair and managed to knock into his book case on the way.

He quickly got up and checked his caller ID: WEAIVLE it read.

He then smoothed his hair back into place and dusted his shoulder before picking up the phone.

"Hello? This is Happy Mask speaking!"

[midnitepsych]

Although Weavile wouldn't admit it, hearing the familiar voice was a bit of a relief. "Hello Mask, it's Weavile," Weavile smirked, almost forgetting for a moment that the other man couldn't see it. "I figured I should call and see how things were at the school. Everything been peaceful without having the students and everyone about?"

Sitting down on the bed, he shifted the phone to his other ear. That was the problem of having sensitive, pokemon ears. "So... how are things?"

[happiest_mask]

After Mask had finished his phone call with Weavile, he felt like he should actually do some sort of work during the weekend. So, he pulled up his sleeves and made his way to the Girls' Dorms. With his he brought a broom, a mop, and his feather duster