"So if you miss any more class, we'll have to have a meeting with quite a few more people."
It wasn't particularly funny. In fact, it wasn't funny at all. It was a Very Serious Matter, the potential future of a young man in his prime. That didn't stop the left half of his lips from tugging slightly up at an amused angle. After all, there were already three of them. Two of them. Quite a few more people.
Licking the side of his thumb lightly, Zetsu reached down to brush open the other folder on his desk, not bothering to hide the contents from the boy before him. After all, the angry red marks littered all over this young man's transcripts were hardly a secret from either of them. Absences, attitude, apparent illiteracy--these triple-thread of A's weren't secrets from anyone even vaguely acquainted with Deidara's life, if the angry notes from irate professors were any indication.
"So... well, I'd say the 'so' is how we're going to stop that from happening." He didn't bother hiding the slight shifting of tones as he spoke. It was 'quirky.' A board of mental health directors had said so. "Because none of us want to deal with that."
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