School MD

the teacher still absent, held a quieter, post-meal energy amongst its eight occupants. Empty oil-can lunch containers sat discarded on desks or the floor. Uzi remained intensely focused on her project, a disassembled railgun splayed across her workspace. Her black hoodie was drawn up, shielding her intent screen face as she manipulated tiny components with practiced ease. Her striped socks were a familiar sight beneath her boots, and her unique necklace rested against her chassis. Lizzy, still the center of attention for Rebecca, lounged back in her chair, gesturing expansively as she recounted something with an air of amusement. Rebecca listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with a nod. Doll stood silently behind them, her gaze drifting slowly around the room, her screen face unreadable. Near the window, Thad balanced his skateboard on its tail, idly spinning a wheel with his hand. He was engaged in a soft-spoken conversation with N, who hovered nearby, his usual boundless energy slightly subdued but his optimistic screen face still bright. V leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her grey coat hanging loosely. Her gaze swept over the others, a subtle watchfulness in her posture, especially when it lingered on N. Lost in his own world at his desk, M0N continued to sketch with surprising skill on a piece of salvaged metal. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his metallic fingers moving with delicate precision. The detailed image of the bleak exterior landscape was nearing completion, a stark yet compelling piece of art amidst the mundane classroom setting. His brown jacket was pushed up his arms, revealing the unexpected artistry in his movements, his capped head bent low over his work. The earlier lunchtime bustle had faded, leaving behind the quiet hum of their individual activities.