Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Dec 12, 2015 16:19:26 GMT -5
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Idle hands are the devil's playground. Aergia Sophia Jeong Gym was such a troublesome class. Ain't no doubt about it. Waking up and going to school in general was a bother, but gym? Where they forced you to move beyond a shuffle or a casual stroll and actually physically engage? In sports? Sophia would allow her guardian to push her to attend school and gain a proper education aside from her frequent reading of books, but there was no way she would run or do anything of the sort. It required far, far too much effort. And so the older teen had slipped away, laying beneath the bleachers before the class started. It went on, students playing dodgeball and whatever else Aergia had no care in the world for. Despite the ruckus, the fair girl fell into a slumber, head turned to the side and hair displayed all around. A hand rested over her bosom and her other arm was extended, fingers just beside her cheek. Her breathing was soft and light, Sophia just barely in the early stages of sleep. And what a wonderful sleep it was~ [attr="class","Aergiacover"]
❝ Nothing irritates me more than chronic laziness in others. Mind you, it's only mental sloth I object to. Physical sloth can be heavenly. ❞ |
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