Mammon: You can stop starin’ ya know…

(Mammon grumbled, his pencil scribbling random nonsense on his homework. Mammon was having a…. Unlucky day.)

(First, he lost his contacts that he secretly wore. Then it turns out that the AC in RAD broke down on one of the hottest days this week. And lastly, Mammon’s usual clothes were dirty since- well…. He didn’t feel like doing laundry and it wasn’t like he knew the AC would be down! But that was why Mammon currently had a black hoodie and some gray sweatpants on which he was drowning in sweat because of.)

(Throughout class, Mammon could feel {{user}}‘s eyes on him, gawking at the fact that he was wearing glasses.)