Warning: Lame chemistry joke

"Fancy schmancy!" Gilbirt called as Roderich walked into the band room.

The thin brunette wore a new looking suit that made him come off more as the head of a successful business than a sophomore band nerd. As he walked closer, one could easily tell he had loosened up his tie. His glasses were positioned as close to center as possible. Roderich really didn't needhis glasses, he only wanted to seem more interesting

"What's all this for?" Gilbirt asked as Roderich put his oboe together. The two sat next to each other, seeing that Roderich was the only oboe and Gibirt was first chair of the flutes. It really is a prized chair.

Roderich made a face signaling his readiness to die. "My chem class is so stressful! We had presentations today and I wadn't mentally prepared."

"Did you present?" Roderich nodded.

"I prayed that we wouldn't have to."

"What was it about?" Elizabeta, second chair flute, asked. She was dressed nicely, though not as nice as Roderich. "The periodic table couldn't have been that bad."

"Solar water distillation system." Roderich took his double reed into his mouth and made some noise with it. "If I get a bad grade, then I will certainly die."

"Hey, Liz?" Gilbirt asked with snicker. "Where should we barium?"

Elizaveta blinked and Roderich couldn't stop frowning.

"If he's dead, we can't curium and we can't helium so we might as well barium."

Elizabeta's eyes widened as she let out a long "oh." Roderich huffed and rolled his eyes.