[ action - the quad ]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]

Comments

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[....Yeeeeaaaaaah, he's going to double-check that name. Somehow.

Also congratulations, you've made the most trusting person suspicious of you! Getting jerked around 'just because' is a pretty clear signal, even to him.]

I'm...I'm David.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden...hardening youths to the realities of life since forever! Also good luck browsing through ALL THE STUDENT RECORDS, Danny. ]

Nice pause on the name there, David.

[ She's not going to comment. She knows he's got a fist hidden somewhere in there with her name on it, she's just waiting for it. ]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[HE WILL FIND A WAY]

So I have a little bit of a stutter. You don't have to make fun of it.

[He crosses his arms. Actually his 'stutter' is just 'shyness,' but close enough.

Also he does not have a fist hidden anywhere for anyone. He just isn't that sort of guy.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Oh my god, Danny, guys like you are so far out of Kiden's experience range it is hilarious WHERE ARE YOUR THUG FRIENDS, WHERE IS YOUR HORRIBLE LANGUAGE. ]

...why are you talking to me, anyways?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[is he making you uncomfortable with his civility?

This might just be his superpower.]

Well...why not?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Not uncomfortable, just--so confused. ]

Uh...because brain spores? Are you not pissed off?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Well...I'm not happy about it.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Her expression is unreadable for a moment, before it softens into something visibly more gentle. ]

You're not gonna like...rat me out?





[ Danny don't fall for it. ]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[He is falling for it so hard, he is tripping over himself.]

Well...maybe. I mean...it's not like you've pulled this stuff repeatedly.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She lowers her head, almost shyly, and rubs her palms together. ]

I...yeah. Sorry. I shouldn't have. You're really sweet, David.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[oh, Danny likes where this is going now!]

O-oh, well--thanks! I'm...I'm sure you're nice too.

[After all, she said she was sorry, right? So she must mean well.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Hook, line and sinker. ]

Sometimes, I guess. People where I come from...they're not very nice, as a rule.

[ Her gaze is tragic. Act from life, right? And Kiden's a smooth, practiced actress. ]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Don't feel proud of yourself, Kiden. You only hooked the biggest sucker on the planet.]

Oh...really? That doesn't sound very good.