With that interruption finished, Master Mustache continued talking, but he wasn’t able to say much more before the bell in the tower rang, signifying the end of class. A homework assignment was written on the board and dutifully recorded by Reala before Master Mustache left, and Reala rose from her seat to peer over NiGHTS’s shoulder at his scribbles. “You were slacking off again.”
Even after being publicly chastised for not paying attention, NiGHTS’ mind wandered while listening to Master Mustache drone on. He really did try and he did take a few notes here and there, but it was so boring. This time, however, he managed to at least day dream in the direction of their teacher and not doodle over all of his notebook.
"That’s because he’s so dreadfully dull to listen to," NiGHTS mumbled quietly with slight irritation. None of the teachers were in the room at the moment but you never knew when one might be lurking by and NiGHTS did not want to get in trouble again.
He smiled and turned towards his sister. “Look, I did better though later. I even took some notes!” He held out the notebook for her to get a closer look. There were indeed some sloppily written notes on the pages.
Reala applauded the sloppy notes; NiGHTS might have actually managed to make them more illegible than her own. Sure, she always formatted them as cleanly as she could, but only so much could be done to cover up for the fact that her handwriting was simply awful. “Amazing,” she said dryly as she took a step back to lean on the desk next to his and cross her arms. “You’re not stupid, NiGHTS; I bet if you ever actually applied yourself, you could almost be a challenge for me in something besides a race.” She smirked briefly. “It’s not that hard to pay attention… Or maybe it is. Maybe you could never beat me if you tried.” She gave a helpless shrug. “We may never know.” Seemingly resigning the prospect to one of life’s great mysteries, she pulled out her chair and took a seat to prepare for the next class.