[ There's an amused smile on her face at that, a small shrug in response. She likes to think she'd get on with most of the people she knew here back home, but she was often quite a different person. Or at least made out to be a very different person by everyone around her.
She slows as she looks over a few hammers. ]
Yeah. I got expelled for doing just that, actually.
Damn, dude. Your fights must've been hella more intense than the ones I got into on campus.
[ She spots some actual torches, though, and gives an Aha! as she rushes over. They're a little more old fashioned than what she's used to, but she figures it'll do. She's just gotta pick the one she likes best now. ]
I was at Blackwell on scholarships. Super prestigious school, hard as hell to get in to, and they got pissed because after my dad died, I just stopped giving a shit. So when I started to get into fights, the rich kids would get a slap on the wrist, and I got suspended the first few times, and then told not to come back anymore.
[ He watches as she rushes off to grab an old looking torch and smiles just a tiny bit. Her eyes really did light up when she was doing things she liked. it was cute in a weird way. ]
The person in charge of your school was a complete asshole.
[ Her tone is awfully light for something so harsh, but you know, trashing him makes her feel just as happy as finding a torch. She weighs it in her hands for a second, before nodding in approval. ]
He used to mark kids like me as “high risk” so that people would keep an extra eye on our behavior, watching for any sign of a fuck up. That way he had enough ammo to expel us when he got sick of it.
Even Headmaster Cid wasn't that bad. How adults like them even get jobs is far beyond me, but I guess the ones who would care probably get turned down easily.
[ He gives a small nod and starts heading off to the front to get a place for them in line. It wasn't really busy in the store so they weren't going to have to wait too long. ]
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She slows as she looks over a few hammers. ]
Yeah. I got expelled for doing just that, actually.
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[ He points to his forehead. ]
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[ She spots some actual torches, though, and gives an Aha! as she rushes over. They're a little more old fashioned than what she's used to, but she figures it'll do. She's just gotta pick the one she likes best now. ]
I was at Blackwell on scholarships. Super prestigious school, hard as hell to get in to, and they got pissed because after my dad died, I just stopped giving a shit. So when I started to get into fights, the rich kids would get a slap on the wrist, and I got suspended the first few times, and then told not to come back anymore.
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The person in charge of your school was a complete asshole.
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[ Her tone is awfully light for something so harsh, but you know, trashing him makes her feel just as happy as finding a torch. She weighs it in her hands for a second, before nodding in approval. ]
He used to mark kids like me as “high risk” so that people would keep an extra eye on our behavior, watching for any sign of a fuck up. That way he had enough ammo to expel us when he got sick of it.
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[ She turns to him, motioning between each of their arms filled with tools. ]
I think that’s everything.
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