Sable, ever the prepared one, already had his notebook neatly open on the desk, pencil sharpened and perfectly aligned. His small horns caught the morning light, and he sat so straight and proper that even Dante, from the back, raised an eyebrow in faint approval.
Lucien was no different. His posture was princely, like a young lord in class. He gave his father a discreet side glance before looking back at his book, trying his best to set a good example.
Meanwhile, Drake was doing his best impression of a scholar. He puffed out his chest and scribbled random lines on his page as if proving his intellectual might to the entire world. Boo, sitting beside him, copied his movements in the air with an invisible notebook, whispering, "See, Teacher? I also write! Invisible paper! Very eco-friendly!"
Luna side-eyed both of them in disbelief but, for once, didn't say anything. Her tail flicked as she actually started writing, though her letters were shaped suspiciously like wolf paws.
