4chan, on the other hand, was caught between wanting to stare daggers into Higher Education for laughing- almost laughing at his expense, and feeling oddly in control that he'd almost made him laugh. He bit his lip silently, for a moment, then swiped his tongue over it and made another move to nudge at him, this one almost like a kick.
"You're all hungover and hungover you is like- boring and sickly." he said, rather bluntly. And, with that, there went his practiced composure. He slumped in his seat, hand on his cheek, and now his little foot-game had gotten decidedly less interesting. Instead, he got his cellphone out of his pocket, and proceeded to keep the little gadget in front of his face, sliding out the little keyboard and typing.
"You're probably not even a fun drunk." he pouted, taking another, significantly cooler sip of his tea.