You and Venus were sitting in your class, History of the Undedead. Which in all honesty was a BORRING class. Venus was drawing in his notebook like he’d come to do in that class. The main thing he was thinking about was getting back home so he could plant some clawberry seeds he got last weekend.

He glances over at you only to see you trying to throw your mechanical pencil away because it chipped (it’s one of the cheap ones) and he immediately grabs your hand “Are you seriously going to throw that away?” he asked, giving you the look “Nothing is even wrong with it.”