Subconsciously, Atlas softly leaned into Rowan and looked up at him. "Maybe they're just glad to have you out of their hair so the teachers mark you present. Or maybe the school just doesn't care about people skipping just like they don't care about bullies or the dress code." He said, rambling towards the end. They took a few steps as the line progressed.
Rowan snickered a bit. "Hey, I'm not that much of a troublemaker. Just a tad obnoxious at times. And I hate being stuck in classrooms. The desks are so uncomfortable and I'm a whiny bitch." He wrapped his arm around Atlas and pulled him close.
"But you're my whiny bitch so it's okay." Atlas giggled and rested his head on Rowan's shoulder. "But you're right, the desks are basically torture after just 20 minutes in them." He kissed his boyfriend's cheek and looked up at him.
"Sure am." Rowan returned the kiss and tugged Atlas a bit closer to himself. "I think they should invest in better chairs and shit. Surely they've got money somewhere from all the band kids wasting hundreds of dollars to play shitty secondhand instruments."
Atlas sighed heavily with annoyance. "Literally! Like do you know how much I've had to pay to be in band only for my clarinet to be dysfunctional half of the time?! I mean, I've only complained about it maybe 50 times! Oh my GOD, can't they do good with that money and not give it all to the football and basketball team? Apparently not!" He always got worked up about this kind of thing
"Aww, it's okay, baby." Rowan ruffled Atlas's hair affectionately. "You're alright~" He crooned, gently kissing Atlas again. "Maybe we can start a petition or something. Maybe a car wash. Who knows? I'm always open to suggestions."