>>20956243"In hindsight it was pretty obvious, what with the red and black clothing and all. And y'know the fact that she called herself Miss Leading...FUCK I AM SO STUPID!"
Sycamore places a hand on your shoulder, "We. Calem. We. We are both stupid, I should have like, background checks prior to accepting new students."
"Y-Yeah, god please, do research on your pupils next time, please."
"Mm. That's certainly a promise from now on."
The two of you wallow in the despair of stupidity before you make another potent point.
"Oh, and, and, she made fun of my tucked in boots once. How do I deal with someone like that?"
A dead silence follows. Sycamore looks under the table, takes a real good glance at your boots, and then looks back up, "Calem. Calem. Calem.
She's right, mon fils. They are pretty dumb."
"E-Eh!? What?! B-But!"
Augustine shakes his head, "Non non, they are indeed dumb. She indeed had a point when she said that. If I may ask Calem, why are you so afraid to show your socks? Why tuck your pants into your boots, and why even wear boots in the first place? The purpose of pants is to showcase a man's masculine ZR, for example."
Augustine slams his leg onto the table, his glorious red socks and masculine ZR in full view, all thanks entirely to a pair of pants that are too high for him.
This is great advice.
>CALLED THE FUCK OUT. What do you say next? 