[across the gymnasium, francel is doing mr. slafyrsyn's prescribed exercises with a kind of single-minded diligence. he looks very slightly self-conscious, and perhaps not too skilled with physical activity; he has to wobble on one leg when the gym teacher calls for a standing thigh stretch. nevertheless, he seems serious about exercising his body, unlike many students who merely slack through the day, unaccustomed and uninterested in exercise for the sake of exercise.
inadvertently, he's pulled his gym shorts a bit higher than he would normally wear them; his legs look creamy and soft.
he's grateful, in a way, that they're indoors with their seniors. it was his class that was scheduled to be outside in the heat, but mr. slafyrsyn wisely decided that that would prove to be a liability for the school if any students passed out from heat stroke, and moved them into the gymnasium for a shared class with mr. foulques. on the other hand, this means they all have to deal with mr. foulques.
"fifty push-ups! sixty sit-ups!" the silver-haired elezen shouts above the too-cheerful music being played by an old radio at the front of the room. "only by pushing your body to the brink can you break through your natural limits!"
"aye, well, there's also nothing wrong with letting the children have some water — ach, there's no getting through to him," mr. slafyrsyn mutters. "listen, if you can't bring yourself to do fifty and sixty, ten and twenty will do just fine."
francel sighs. ignoring mr. foulques's utterly unreasonable demands, he, too, steals a glance across the room — though when his eyes meet zephirin's, he stiffens, wobbles off his feet entirely, and hops a short distance before regaining his balance, thoroughly embarrassed.]
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inadvertently, he's pulled his gym shorts a bit higher than he would normally wear them; his legs look creamy and soft.
he's grateful, in a way, that they're indoors with their seniors. it was his class that was scheduled to be outside in the heat, but mr. slafyrsyn wisely decided that that would prove to be a liability for the school if any students passed out from heat stroke, and moved them into the gymnasium for a shared class with mr. foulques. on the other hand, this means they all have to deal with mr. foulques.
"fifty push-ups! sixty sit-ups!" the silver-haired elezen shouts above the too-cheerful music being played by an old radio at the front of the room. "only by pushing your body to the brink can you break through your natural limits!"
"aye, well, there's also nothing wrong with letting the children have some water — ach, there's no getting through to him," mr. slafyrsyn mutters. "listen, if you can't bring yourself to do fifty and sixty, ten and twenty will do just fine."
francel sighs. ignoring mr. foulques's utterly unreasonable demands, he, too, steals a glance across the room — though when his eyes meet zephirin's, he stiffens, wobbles off his feet entirely, and hops a short distance before regaining his balance, thoroughly embarrassed.]