Who: Blaine & Sebastian
What: Sebastian just wants to chat. And perhaps spy.
When: Monday morning
Rating: G
Sebastian lounged in his desk chair, feet kicked up on the desk as he flipped randomly through the channels on the television. Whenever there were footsteps in the hallway, he'd cough and murmur until the footsteps were gone. Most people wouldn't waste a sick day on a random Latin class, but he just didn't give a shit about Latin this morning.
But something else had to be more interesting than daytime television.
Ah, he knew.
With a cursory glance, Sebastian realized that his cell was on the bed, and grabbing it would require that he get up. And the landline, that for some reason the school insisted on there being in each room, was right there. Besides, he knew Blaine Anderson's number by heart, he thought with a grin as he dialed the number and leaned back with a smug grin.