[28: writing class with Meltzah]

[paper_knight]

You know those teachers who always somehow manage to force their students into a circle, no matter how many desks are involved or how large or small the classroom is? Mark is one of those.
He's mild-mannered--never angry so much as disappointed with poor work--and always looks a bit frazzled. The kind of teacher you might try to push around. Try

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[turn4bout]

[ guess who isn't even accepting the paper. Because, hey, someone's blind as shit. She can't tell you've got her paper in hand, but she can easily assume what you're talking about. ]

It was that good, huh?

[ Grin. ]

[paper_knight]

Yeah, he'll just hang on to it.

"It was..."

Sigh.

"What did you use to type it?"

[turn4bout]

[ Hold on, she needs to stroke her hair thoughtfully. ]

...That's a legitimate question.

[paper_knight]

Well. If nothing else he knows it's her work. No one else would choose those colors. Or that layout.

"Maybe you should find something different. In the meanwhile, would you be prepared to present your essay as a lecture?"

[forevercapslock]

[Karkat does not understand this circle thing. Like. At all. Ever. He doesn't like having to stare across at other people. So just...excuse him while he sprawls over his desk with his head on its surface, ignoring everyone.]

[paper_knight]

"Mister Vantas? You all right there?"

Oh come on Karkat he's not even giving a lecture today. Please don't fall asleep. (Because that's what it looks like from Mark's angle).

[forevercapslock]

[He doesn't lift his head to respond.] Yes. I am fine. I'm just going to sit here like this. Please carry on.

[paper_knight]

"You can't participate like that. Do you have your draft?"