Class from noon to three, but other than that, nada. [ He leans back against the wall bodily, rubbing at his temple. ] Good thing, too. I can teach trashed, but actual... I dunno, important stuff? Jesus, I'm doing good not to throw up on myself right now.

[ Which probably makes him look like such a responsible adult figure and all, he knows. ]

Better question: what the hell do you do all day? [ A yawn. He goes to get water with a plastic cup before forgetting that this is a fucking dollhouse. God. ] Besides rubbing a few out to how rich you are, I mean.