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As they have been every year, the rising juniors of Cavelier Highschool are being provided a new printing of the student handbook, accounting for changing staff and new district bylaws and some new very pointed rules about exactly who is permitted in which bathrooms.
This particular book's cover appears to be a misprint, CMYK all disjoint, but apart from the slightly dizzying misalignment it appears entirely ordinary.
It lands on its appointed desk, and the student passing out books moves on.
Camillo sits on the block and crosses his arms, which is technically a pose, so there.
(This was definitely the bestworst idea yet.)
Ginger is the most comforting person in this room to look at, by a mile. Camillo is going to fix his eyes in that direction (and occasionally make faces, when the teacher isn't looking) and scrupulously avoid looking anywhere near Anatole.
Presently, the teacher calls for a change of pose.
Half the class winces in unison.
He makes it through the first minute with only a little wobbling.
After a minute and a half, the wobbling is somewhat more dramatic, but he manages to more or less keep his balance.
After two minutes, he has to switch feet. That buys him another minute before the wobbling gets dramatic again, and two good minutes before he has to switch again.
The last minute is the wobbliest. But he does make it, and then sits down, thankfully, on the block, legs crossed, hands on his hips.
This time the five minutes pass pretty uneventfully.
Pose change!
This is a lot of time Camillo could be spending magically rewriting the universe, instead of being naked in front of his entire class.
He takes the next best option, sprawls across the block, and makes eyes at Anatole.
Pose!
Clothed, this would have been funny but not remarkable. Nude, this causes moderate chaos.
The art teacher is not pleased, but can't precisely fault Camillo. She spends a couple of minutes trying to get the class back under control.
Displeased but with no specific fault to find is Camillo's preferred state for teachers.
He shoots Ginger an upside-down grin and waits out the chaos.
The teacher insists, stubbornly, that the class finish out this pose, because there is nothing funny about the nude human form.
She still seems a little relieved when it's time to call pose.
Camillo considers pushing his luck, but decides there's no need to improve on perfection.
Thinker pose. See, he can be well-behaved.
And, when the time runs out on this one, the teacher finally releases him from his posing obligations.
Anatole peers over the top of his easel, putting the final touches on a sketch.
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