Édouard Cote, known as Eddy by most, slumped into his chair next to the kid at the front. Scruffy by comparison, he maintained an untamed beard and long, curly hair, prefering to dress in combat trousers and a t-shirt depicting a marjuana leaf. He turned his head sharply to stare at the guy he was next to, a vacant smile spread across his face. While still staring at the guy with the books, he called over to Francis. "Black, man, this shit...this, this shit is fineeeeee" he said calmly, praising the spliff he had just smoked. He blinked a couple of times, before bursting into an uncontrollable giggle, eventually passing out on his desk, drool seeping from his open mouth.