Gemotions

The room seemed to spin slightly as Finn received the news. He bit his lip, trying to contain the grin that threatened to erupt. He felt a strange tingling sensation, like static electricity on his skin. He couldn't help the way his fingers danced on the table.

He stared at the offending paper, trying to appear contrite. Instead, his mouth twitched. "Plagiarism," he repeated, the word a playful whisper. "I'm afraid I don't see the problem."

He envisioned elaborate scenarios for escape, for denial, and for blame – a thrilling game. He could feel his heart beat, echoing a quick, joyful rhythm. He straightened up, suddenly eager. "So, where do we begin?"