The_Mickster
That's rough, buddy.
Quinton looked towards the booming speakers in the cafeteria. He tapped Vivi's side with his index finger. "We should be going." Quinton glanced down at the watch on his wrist and then back to the others, now turning his gaze mostly to Ember. "I wouldn't want to be late." Quinton stood up and readjusted his shirt as it had somehow made itself appear wrinkled along his waist but he had straightened it out so that the wrinkles had vanished.