God Complex [OPEN]

[ツ PEZZY]

"Nyaaaaaargh."

A groan.

"Nraaagahaharhh."

Senile-ish, cranky-wanky, and completely and utterly pooped, the figure hobbled into the room at 0.4 mph, and flopped headfirst into the couch, slowly sinking into the cushions almost immediately after making impact.

There were other perfectly normal (as far as normal goes, anyway) people in the room, of course.

Did he care?

"Nyyaarrrrphhhhh."

The answer was obvious.

Plus, it was too early for this. The time on the wall clock in the lounge read 6:42. It was yet another school day.

A woman in her late twenties came over to the couch, heels clicking until she stopped and stood at his side. He groaned more and tried to block out the sound of the woman's pricey, red stilettos by cramming a pillow on top of his head.

And then, in an overdone, overly high-pitched sing-song voice, she leaned in, nudged the pillow aside, brought her lips close to his ear and--

"WAKE UP, MON AMI, GREGORY!"

The resulting response from Greg was a shriek, a loss of balance, and a final THUD onto the lounge floor. He rubbed his head and grumbled something inaudible as he realized that his head missed the coffee table by an inch or so.

But instead of retaliating like a child as he would have done on a normal day, he instead snatched the pillow from the couch once more and flattened it against his head, trying to block out the blinding ceiling lights. It was an act of giving up on even trying to make an insult. He reached the state of complete ignorance.

Gizzy nudged his head with the toe of the stiletto--which wasn't quite as comfortable as one would think. Greg instead countered by inching himself away from her shoe. HMPH-ing and caught in the middle of a semi-pout, Gizette spun around and marched straight over to the water cooler in the room, grabbed one of those weird cone-shaped "cups" (if you want to call them that) and returned to stand over the now crippled-looking Humanities teacher.

"Greg if you do not get up and explain to all of us what the heck is wrong with you in three seconds I swear I'll dump this on you without hesitating."

The grouch replied in a muffled sort of lazy voice.

"Nooo I don't wanna."
Gizzy bit her lip and frowned, eyes narrowing and somewhere indicating a hint of a smirk. She began to tilt the cup forwards.
"Alright, then. Un...Deux..."

A few drops spilled onto the pillow, whose pitter-patter caused Greg to spring up from where he lay on the lounge floor. The pillow was tossed aside as he rubbed his forehead and tried to wake himself. Running his hands down the sides of his face in a tired manner, he queried her with a slurring in his voice.

"I waant my coffeeee..."

He then proceeded to whine. And sob.

Just a little bit.

(Okay, not really but you get the point.)

[GREGORY :/]

The two were like siblings to Stefanie. The younger one was acting like he just woke up from a nap, while the "older" one feels responsible. It made Stefanie chuckle, since she has two older siblings of her own, although her siblings were 16 plus years older than her.

On another note, Stefanie stood there, hiding her smile in a cup of bland black coffee. The two seemed to do this every morning and she was sure it helped to make a better morning for everyone, at least that's what she saw. Everyone in the room was surrounded by a lovely baby blue aurora, well except for the two in the center in the room. Gregory was surrounded by a pale yellow, while Gizzy was surrounded in a harsh and powerful red. She always was and it intrigued Steffi.

But Steffi did nothing, said nothing. She just stood there in her black high-healed Madelines and navy blue pants suit. Steffi wasn't known for making the first move into a conversation. She was very self conscious of herself. For example, this morning she spent and hour to make sure her brown hair curled correctly.

Stefanie's blue eyes stared at the two through black rimmed glasses. She wished dearly to be able to be so public about her emotions, she was a guidance counselor for goodness sake, it was her job. Unfortunately, every time she felt like she might have said something out of line, she would think that people automatically thought worst of her. It was a curse, but she tried her best to live with it.

"Coffeeee...."

Greg moaned, and Steffi looked over to noticed that she hadn't moved from the coffee station. She grabbed a cup and filled it almost to the brim with coffee and cream before heading over to the two and handing the cup down.

"Here...I happened to be closest,"

She answered, feeling that the reason was sensible enough.

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