drag me to homework hell

Raphael didn't like this class. One because it bored him to death. Second is because god damn was his headache really bad today for some dumb reason he couldn't figure out. Which is why he slept off most of it and how he just literally missed an assignment being given and half of its info was based from the lecture he just literally slept off.

He woke up to their instructor wrapping up, explaining the assignment while he had this mental breakdown. Half of the class was already out by the time he'd gathered himself and his things so he decided to block the way of the guy that sat a few seats behind him before he left Raphael's sights.

He gave him a bright smile to cover up the mess his headache was making, but only making him look a little impish. ""Heyyyy there, friend!" he greeted, much too chipper than necessary, though his voice seemed to slur a little. "Mind if I ask some teensy help with homework? I kinda fell asleep midway and diiidn't hear the good bits of the lesson."

"Raphael, but Raphy's good too since I don't like soundin all goody-two-shoes with that name," he replied, taking the sheets of paper from John. He looked to scan the sheet, looking for the things he was sure he didn't hear and just as predicted, it was a huge chunk of it. He'd probably not do the assignment if he didn't bother asking at all.

"Ehh, yes and no. I slept fine usually but today's that sort of day the migranes come up and the best way to keep it at bay is to sleep the day through. It's either migranes or some strange discomfort of feeling your skin's too tight and suffocating, if you know what I mean." That was too much of a reply but not that Raphael would be aware of that. He didn't like this side of his states, but it felt so nice to breathe. It's fine, he told himself; he didn't do this often and people could feel depressed once in a while.

He pulled out his class notebook and scribbled keywords as fast as his hand could do him, copying over the notes he needed. "You know, it feels nice to know you're a superpower but also sucks to know it makes you sick to the bone. Terrible, terrible. I get jealous how some people have it easy around here but I guess we gotta find happiness with what we have sometimes!"

Raphael sung a hum, barely paying much attention to John as he responded. Didn't seem all to important, he thought so a hum should do it. Er, well, then again... Raphael looked up from the notes, seeing the rather confused (curious?) look on him. "Sorry, did I ramble?" He didn't look quite sorry though. If anything he looked more like he just landed on something that piqued his interest. Hmm... what does this guy know, he wondered.

He pretended not to see or hear anything 'suspicious' and resumed taking notes. "Immortality is an ass. I wonder if I am though, I don't really know for sure but m'pops told me I might." He finished writing with a rather heavy period on his notes, before slamming it shut.

Raphael looked at John inquisitively. "Don't you just wonder how life would be if we weren't... the way we are?" he said, trying to bait John into a really grand reveal of some sort. "I do sometimes. But that's only because bad people followed my family because of what I am."

"Sounds like one hell of a time," Raphael mused aloud, wondering if that was how it could be. It sounded less painful that withstanding all the amounts of pain and waiting for your body to recover while you have to put up with the pain of having been stabbed or something other. A slight grimace appeared on his face at the thought, "And sounds like a better time than the other immortality stuff I know about," he added.

He had a curioius look on his face as John recounted his own life, finding familiarity with his own story. He held his heart out for the guy since he knew what that felt. Everything seemed okay for him before; quite normal save for the absence of his mother but then the people in cloaks showed up and... life wasn't as peaceful.

Once the question was turned but to him, an odd grin broke into his expression, almost manic with the aura he had if it wasn't for the childish bounce he also had. Raphael had always been the showoffy type; he tore a blank page off his notebook and lifted it in between the two of them. Within seconds, the peice fo paper aged in front of them, turning yellow with more than just a few signs of decay, eventually crumbling in his hands simply as demonstration of his ability. "So that's a thing I can do," he said rather proudly, "Pops said it was about being an Apocalyptic power; I think he said something about horsemen?"