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(Lol)
(Lol)
(it is almost 2 in the morning.)
(Cool thanks!)
(true but I can't sleep so…)
(It's only 1 AM for me)
(yeah. I have already tried to sleep.)
(same. It didn't go well so I'm here)
(Its 12 am for me)
(nice.)
Nixon walked through the halls looking for his room. He adjusted his dufflebag on his shoulder then got lazy and teleported down the long hall and checked the numbers on the doors. must be that way he thought wandering down the next identical hall.
Peter walked down the hall searching for the room.
“Literally,” Cicada repeated with a slight hollowness, “And with the schools no power unless specified rule I’m screwed in so many ways.”
"Yeah… you could try… counselling or something? they have that here," he mumbled. Maybe you should take your own advice before someone gets hurt! The voices in his head didn't help him too much.
The school had given her a schedule and on it was a day for her to go to counseling. She also had been given a pin to put on her uniform that basically told the teacherss 'this kid will break rules, but she really can't help it'. Cicada sighed, "Already signed up. I got more than one quirk that breaks the rules around here."
“Well, the rules are dumb anyways,” Dalton sighed and laid back on his bed.
“I can agree to that,” Cicada sighed through her nose this time.
“So you’re here for burning stuff then?
"Hm? I guess yeah. I also steal stuff, even though I don't remember doing it half the time."
“Klepto, interesting,”
"Not that interesting. But yeah, if any of your things go missing it was me."
Touch my stuff and I will leave you paralyzed on the floor. Behave. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,”
"Yeah…." Cicada trailed off. A small flame returning to her palm, "I've already stolen like 5 pens today."
(Damn, I’ve missed a lot…)
(Damn, I’ve missed a lot…)
(Not that much. Just shade and I talking)
(Basically.)
(Oh okay)
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