Late · 8:49pm Feb 26th, 2021
Pharynx sat against the wall, watching as the other changelings gathered around their drill instructor. He didn’t pay much attention though, he was more focused the time.
Or rather, he was counting down the seconds.
“Oi! Private Pharynx,” the Instructor yelled, an annoyed expression etched into her face. Pharynx did bother to learn her name. “What ya think you’re doing sittin’ back there?”
“Waiting,” he replied, his voice monotoned. He looked down at his hoof, examining it in an uninterested manner.
“Waitin’ for what?” she growled, her patience running dry. To be honest, it didn’t seem like any of the Instructors had patience. The rest of the class snickered, already knowing the rest of the story.
“Probably waiting for the grub to show up,” one teased, feigning a thoughtful face. “What’s his name? He’s so pathetic, I completely forgot!”
“Thorax. His name is Thorax,” Pharynx answered, looking towards the door. “He’s lost...again.”
The class became an uproar of laughter. Usually, he’d join in on the snickers, but this time he stayed emotionless. The Instructor had enough, stomping against the floor of the class.
“No more laughin’ in my class,” she hissed. She turned towards him, eyes narrowed. “If ya littermate so important to ya, where is he?”
Pharynx thought hard, concentrating his thoughts on Thorax. After a while, he spoke.
“He’s three corridors down, practically going around in circles trying to find the class.”
The entire class seemed taken aback by his sudden comment. Some were silent, some were whispering, and some were stating. He didn’t like that last one.
“I see,” the Instructor seemed intrigued for a moment, but quickly regained her angry, condescending demeanor. “Why don’t we wait for him, see if he decides to shows up.”
This got some of his classmates to giggle once more, but Pharynx rolled his eyes. “You’re making this into a bigger deal needs to be. He’s just late, I’m just waiting. If anything, making the class wait will waste more time than you yelling at me, because Thorax is horrible with direction. Please, save your time and energy for something worth waiting, like when the Queen actually decides you’re good enough to move to commander instead of staying a Drill Instructor.”
Stunned silence followed thereafter, leaving the Instructor speechless. She turned towards the rest of the class, leaving Pharynx in his little corner. He smirked, still counting down the seconds.
“Three...two...one-“
A small creak filled the quiet room, and Thorax shyly peeked in. He lit up when he saw Pharynx sitting on the opposite of the room, waving at him.
“...sorry I’m late. Couldn’t find the room.”
Aww, Phar sticking up for his brother!
In conclusion, get fricked