"It's the second day of school! You're not ALLOWED to sleep yet!" She squealed, and yes. Janis was able to speak in all caps. Seeing the now-open spot on the bench, she stole the seat and sat down, pulling her crayon-induced backpack onto her lap.

"Leon Shaw, are you wearing... eyeliner?" The shadow around his eye was only so reminiscent of a late night without washing the make-up off, and clearly that made more sense than a punch.