Another sniffle.
The sound was soft, almost embarrassed, like someone was trying very hard not to make noise.
Dante's pen paused for a moment above the attendance sheet.
The babies slowly turned their heads.
Drake blinked.
Luna leaned sideways to peek around her desk.
Felix narrowed his eyes like a detective analyzing a crime scene.
Kelpie tilted his head, water dripping from his hair.
Rocky froze with his small hands gripping the edge of his desk.
Boo floated two inches off the desk before remembering he was supposed to be "sitting" and immediately sat back down again.
Another tiny sniffle came from the middle row.
All eyes landed on Rocky.
The little stone boy had both hands covering his face, his shoulders shaking slightly.
"Rocky?" Luna asked slowly.
Rocky lowered his hands just enough for his watery eyes to appear between his fingers.
"I... I'm not crying," he said immediately in a trembling voice.
Drake looked with wide eyes.
"You are absolutely crying."
