“I don’t have time for useless provocation when there’s a life on the line.”
Rebecca muttered to herself, snapping her phone shut and shoving it into her pocket. Honestly. Detective Fuckbucket came up with better shit than this blogger.
花 — Eyeing the cup warily, Jin takes it after a brief pause. He observes the liquid and its contents, clarity and viscosity. After determining its safety, Jin allows himself a small sip. His gaze never wavering from the woman.
“Thank you.” A low tone lingering with need of reprieve.
He sighs and looks her over, taking in minuscule details despite his blurring sight. He’s fine. He’s alright. A reminder to appear strong when weak, lest the enemies attack now.
“Why do you want to help? Is this for your self-satisfaction? If that is the case then I will not be requiring your assistance.”
“You’re welcome.”
Her response had been as soft as the rest of her speech. She wasn’t going to comfort him like she would have done with Nanako or her boyfriend back home, but she hoped that helped somewhat.
“No, it’s not for self-satisfaction. I want to help because of a couple of reasons. First and foremost is that a child’s life is on the line. Second of all, I have combat training with the strength to back it up. If nothing else, I can be a guard. You don’t…”
She let out a near-silent breath before continuing.
“You don’t deserve to lose someone you clearly care for. No one does. I know it sounds cliche, but that’s how I feel about it.”
花 — He finds himself leaning against the counter in the student lounge. Though he hasn’t exerted himself by any means, Jin feels exhaustion taking hold of his body. And as though his limbs are encased in agar, he feels lethargic.
Sleep. He wants to sleep but not yet. He hasn’t seen Narukami yet so he can’t rest. The clattering of utensils breaks Jin from his thoughts.
“Oh, it is you. Coffee-Woman.” He sighs, muscles relaxing ever so slightly. She isn’t a threat.
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“Here, this’ll help.”
Quietly, she carefully offers him a glass of water, looking very clearly worried for both him and Narukami.
“Rebecca Bardot, you can call me what you like though.”
Her voice was soft, not intending to raise above a certain volume as she could see he was exhausted. Accidentally giving the guy a headache was the last thing on her mind. She softly spoke again though.
“…I would like to request to help you with Narukami.”
Rebecca looked at the post on her phone in absolute disgust. Did this person have nothing better to do with their life?! Absently she noted Jin fast-walking down the hallway, but didn’t stop him. What he did was his own business, none of her own.
She couldn’t help but worry about this ‘Narukami’ kid though. And wonder why his name sounded familiar. She went straight back to her own dorm though to let her roommates know about the post if they didn’t already. If they did, she’d confer with Togami on what to do next. He was one of the few actual intelligent ones.
花 — He looks over to the woman seated close by. Jin vaguely recognizes her as the other senior who offered him coffee the other night. Seeing as there is no one else around them, he assumes that she is speaking to him.
“They will reap what they sow. There are those who attend Westridge simply because they have the monetary means to do so. It does not say much for their mental aptitude.”
He leans back into the cushions behind him. Jin’s avoiding his dorm room; avoiding his roommates, lest they ask him more questions.
“They will feel the weight of their procrastination and laziness once they are faced with exams.”
“Once that happens, we’re the ones who’ll have to deal with their fallout from their parents or from themselves. Either way, it’s gonna be loud as shit and disrupt the people who are actually working or studying.”
She very softly sighed, rather annoyed at the prospect of having to babysit a bunch of spoiled brats. A sip before she quietly spoke again, pushing aside a side braid that had swung into her face.
“I’m honestly wondering how any of them even got into college in the first place, even the East ones. Isn’t there a screening process or did they all just get blindly accepted?”
Rebecca was one of the few at Westridge that had gotten in on her own merits, and partially from money. She had to work incredibly hard to keep her grades up, even in the courses she was taking for fun.
“They’re not going to last until they graduate, I can see it now.”
“It’s like these kids never been in an actual college before, even the ones supposedly from West. I almost feel bad for ‘em once they start their midterms and finals when all they do is party and get drunk.”
Rebecca had a long-suffering expression on her face, absently sipping at her coffee-filled thermos.
“Keep your hands off my headset or you will lose them. Am I understood? What in Christ’s good name do you want that you feel the need to attempt ot remove my headset?”
“So how have things been going? I heard the other kids are having a hard time with stuff.”
The senior softly intoned, her headset in place while her roommate was in the dorm with her. She sipped at her coffee, finally able to relax for once now that her latest assignment was handed in.
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“I think the deans are getting a kick outta this… America didn’t have enough scholars or people of high society at that time period to make a college larger than a small schoolhouse. They barely made ends meet because of the high taxes from Britain. They were still just colonies. The war later that century didn’t help matters.”
With a grumble, Rebecca put the history book back, annoyed that she wasted valuable study time on something that was clearly fictional.
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