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[Ken's little tired from his nightmare from last night. Logically, spending a night in a strange room in a strange place would do that to him...probably. However, that's not what he's really bothered by it much, he's just dragging his feet a little more on his way to class.]

I thought I was done with school.

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[When you're eight-years-old in a school compromised mostly of teenagers and up, it's easy to get lost. You'll have to forgive a bit of pushing and shoving as the first bell rings, with people rushing to get breakfast before class. You'll have to forgive Hope of being shoved into you from one side too. Being fourteen and pre-growth spurt is pretty tough here too. Yeah right Hope you just have the tendency of running into people with or without butter.]

Whoops- ah, be careful.

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A, ah!

[Ken side-steps and stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. First the nightmares and now he's getting shoved around by people... what a lovely morning this has been. At least now he's fully awake and not dragging his feet.]

Shouldn't I be the one saying that?

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[A wry smile. Hope pulls Ken back by the elbow before the boy can tumble back-first into a trash bin, righting the both of them.]

I guess that's true. Sorry - are you all right?

[He stops, though, and blinks. Not often he sees people even younger than Larsa around the Garden.]

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[Ken just kind of looks back at Hope. Seeing people who were older than him isn't a big deal, but he was starting to get a feeling that people around his age weren't exactly common.]

Yeah, I'm alright. The people sure are in a hurry in this place.

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[Looking around them, Hope presses back into a wall just as a few stragglers zoom past him, one of their elbows narrowly avoiding his nose.]

Only when food's on the line, usually. It doesn't usually-

[Speaking of, some student with an errant hotdog is apparently running around with food in hand, arms a-flailin', because no sooner does Hope get that last word out of his mouth, does it come flying at his and Ken's heads, bun, mustard, ketchup and all. Hope ducks instinctively.]

Watch out!

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[Ken dodges the student, food and its condiments but just barely. He watches the student run off hoping that they won't choke on their food before they reach their destination.]

... Is there a reason why they're like this about food? There isn't a food shortage or something like that, is there?