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Wednesday, November 19th
Who: Wesley and Nora/Dante
What: Dante is doing some "renovations"
When: Late afternoon
Where: The boy's bathroom
Dante had managed to snag a screwdriver from the janitor's closet, which wasn't ideal but it was good enough. The point wasn't the finished product anyway, but the methods in which to get there. Distraction was important, projects were important, because Dante was bored as shit. And while being in the normal school was a hell of a lot better than the detention facility, it was still amazingly dull. So he liked to stir up trouble when possible, and right now was one of the possibilities.
Men's bathrooms were supposed to be cesspools of homoeroticism, and Dante was just helping the lads along with that. So between the last stall and the one right beside it, Dante had twisted and stabbed the screwdriver, scraping and digging until the wall between then had started to give way to the demands, and a little dent was growing into what would soon be a filthy, raunchy, shameful glory hole. Just what growing boys needed.
What: Dante is doing some "renovations"
When: Late afternoon
Where: The boy's bathroom
Dante had managed to snag a screwdriver from the janitor's closet, which wasn't ideal but it was good enough. The point wasn't the finished product anyway, but the methods in which to get there. Distraction was important, projects were important, because Dante was bored as shit. And while being in the normal school was a hell of a lot better than the detention facility, it was still amazingly dull. So he liked to stir up trouble when possible, and right now was one of the possibilities.
Men's bathrooms were supposed to be cesspools of homoeroticism, and Dante was just helping the lads along with that. So between the last stall and the one right beside it, Dante had twisted and stabbed the screwdriver, scraping and digging until the wall between then had started to give way to the demands, and a little dent was growing into what would soon be a filthy, raunchy, shameful glory hole. Just what growing boys needed.