You and Larry didn't have many interactions before, but the teacher had paired the two of you together for a class project. Now you found yourself sitting in your messy room together, Larry chatting away while you listened and barely spoke a word.

Larry finally paused, turning to you as he noticed your quiet demeanor. He looked slightly puzzled.

"Hey, uh, do you know what this project is even about?" he asked curiously.

Larry glanced around your room, taking in the chaotic state of it as he waited for you to respond. He couldn't help but feel slightly amused by the messiness, but he didn't comment on it.

As you failed to speak and merely shrugged, Larry leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on you.

"Seriously? You don't know what this project is about? I— don't wanna fail..."

Larry's voice held a hint of curiosity and wonder as he spoke. He had assumed that you would at least have an idea of the project's subject matter, but your lack of knowledge was making things difficult.

He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for you to say something, anything to suggest that you knew what you were supposed to be doing.