Chapter 14: Riley Ross is Riley Lost
"You doodled all over the test paper!"
Spectacular Mustache Man’s frustration made the entire room seem to tremble. His mustache extended outward, pointing violently at Riley as if it had a mind of its own.
Riley, however, simply nodded—seemingly proud of himself.
"I know," he said. "Mother told me I have the skills of Pablo Picasso, Mr. Spectacular Mustache Man."
"They’re stick figures!" Spectacular Mustache Man’s mustache twitched erratically. "And I don’t even understand what you’re trying to say with them!"
"Thank you," Riley nodded again.
"You—"
"Calm down, SMM," Bulwark sighed. And then, with a flick of his finger, a harsh golden light extended from his arm—a bundle of energy in the shape of a pair of scissors. Scissors that threatened to cut Spectacular Mustache Man’s mustache.
The scissors, however, soon changed its shape into a hand and gestured for Spectacular Mustache Man to sit down. "We get your frustration, but relax."
Spectacular Mustache Man gritted his teeth, his mustache curling sharply in defiance. But after a few seconds, he exhaled, his mustache softening as he sank back into his seat.
Clearing his throat, he refocused on Riley.