Millie: It’s very borrrrring here.... -eats some potato chips-

Artsy: -waves, hiding his face with his other hand.-

Artsy: -manages to get something out- Hello! ~he isn’t fluent in words much, so it would be like a H-ell-o~

Artsy: -face burns a more darker pink, struggling to even remember what he’s choking on for words.-

Artsy: -still choking up on words at this point-

Kennith: Oh! Alright. -lil whisper- kinda just thought it was something else.. WELP IM GONNA GET THE STUFF READY I GUESS I DONT KNOW HAH! -awkwardly goes upstairs-

Artsy: I-I uhm... N-N-N -chokes up once again- ...No..

Kennith: Artsy, do you have anything planned?

Kennith: Ooookay.... there isn’t much perhaps to do, so I guess draw, eat, drink, silently just do nothing, and... etc.

(( I think the principal is generally around his early 20s, idk. ))

Kennith: Okay. -gives Lizz a sweet smile back :D-

Kennith: Okay then.. -glances at Lizz- do you want anything to eat or drink?

Kennith: -gets some snacks out, just in case anyone is slightly hungry.- // Millie: That’s my job! - Runs over to The Principal, finishing what he was originally doing.-

Millie: Ok!

Artsy: -finishes drawing a cyclops- -smiles slightly-

Millie: Maybe it’s because I’m younger, I have cuts all over me signaling to you that I might like cutting myself, and I don’t do much.

Artsy: -starts to stop drawing, and looks at you for a second. But continues drawing.-

Millie: That’s fine. -takes off gauze, revealing a huge ass scar of some kind of throat slit- ugh.... this hurts every time I put it on..

Artsy: -nods- -continues drawing, with a slight tone of light pink on his face.-

Millie: -comes back outside-