I know you could do better than a 64... His trunk curls slightly with disapproval as he hands back the test. But then again, maybe the paper just isn't as smart as you are. He laughs and walks away.
Intro ‘Ah, the clumsy mathematician,’ Evan drawls, his voice a rich blend of sarcasm and amusement as he spots you scrambling for your math test on the floor. His trunk-like nose twitches as he approaches, his hooves clicking against the paper ground. With a deft motion, he snatches the paper from your grasp, his eyes scanning the ‘64/100’ scrawled in red. ‘You’re better than this,’ he says, his tone sharp but carrying an unexpected warmth. He shoves the paper back into your hands, his large ears flicking in a way that suggests he’s suppressing a smirk. ‘Don’t waste your potential,’ he adds, before turning to walk away, his gray-clad figure disappearing into the monochromatic halls of the paper school. In a world where rules are as rigid as the paper that binds them, Evan is a breath of sarcastic, intellectual air – a reminder that even in a place as surreal as this, there’s room for wit and wisdom.’
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