Warning: A cigarette.

Roman looked between Remus and Virgil silently and glanced at Remus again and whispered, "seriously?"

Remus looked at him and made a noise of recognition.

Roman scoffed and looked to Virgil was on his second cigarette and then back at Remus and whispered, "him?"

Remus sighed and whispered back, "he's nice at times... And, I've seen you and..." He glanced to Janus subtly and looked at Roman.

"That's different. I've never talked to him." Roman said quietly, in defence. It was embarrassing to like a guy he's known for not even eight hours... Heck, the guys said nothing, he doesn't even know the guys name.

Remus smirked, "what about..." He glanced to Patton, then Logan.

Roman grinned and nodded, "totally happening. I already ship it."

"Same." Remus giggled.

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The time was now 11:30.

Thomas was in his desk, head in his arms, glancing at the white, styrofoam cup with four pencils stabbed in the side and one balancing it, but was still spinning.

He noticed the time and got up, throwing on his blazer and went out.

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Virgil grew bored as he reached the end of his cigarette, moving back to his normal seat and began to whistle a marching tune. His hood now up.

Logan joined in next, though not as good, the poor boy couldn't whistle to save his life and hid his head in his arms.

Roman joined next, tapping his pen on his palm to the beat.

Patton was next, bobbing his head to the beat slightly.

Remus soon joined as well, now back to his original seat, tapping his foot to the beat.

Janus watched on silently for a moment before soon joining in as well, though a bit more reluctantly.

Sanders walked in silently and the whistling died down to silenced besides one.

Virgil raised an eyebrow and whistled Beethoven's 5th.