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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 7:12 pm
"...Learning? Ugh." Jeremy's face wrinkled, nose turning up as if a horrible smell was assaulting his senses. After he puffed out his cheeks and breathed out, tongue rolling out of his mouth. This boy was incredibly mature...everything you wanted in a Sun Trainee. His expression cleared up seconds later, staring at Heidi in an almost comically blank way.
"Your name is Heidi? Huh." He stood up straight, his golden eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. Heidi...Heidi? That sounded..."Cool! I like it." Almost as quickly as the subject was brought up it was dropped, and Deryk had his full attention. Well, as full attention as Jeremy ever gave anything...which was flighty at best.
"...Whaaaaat? But! Last time I saw you you were like...like..." Jeremy gestured wildly, before shooting both hands in the air. "Pig Latin! And I tried to get you some art lessons because dude you suck at it...but then I realized you wanted roses so I was trying to make your origami roses since I saw you in here and they kept stealing them!" At some point in his story Jeremy went from explaining the lack of english to explaining the flowers he hadn't gone into detail on just yet. It was a stressful time in this Teen's life, apparently.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 1:15 pm
...What on earth was going on? Apparently Eva had zoned out long enough that she didn't see two others step into the infirmary until...well, until they were already at Deryk's bedside and chatting amongst one another. Wide eyed, the male Eva stared up at the two in surprise, her gaze sliding between the two. One of them--Jeremy--was familiar. The other, though...
Heidi? Er, she was a...she, right? The whole pretty boy status effect made it identities a little hard to figure out. Turning to flash her a grin, the bishounen!Eva lifted a hand and fluttered her fingers. "Hey there! I'm Eva."
Looking back to Deryk, her smile became wry. "Well, considering his track record, I wouldn't let my guard down if he agreed to spar with me. Honestly, I don't think I'd win, but...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" Or in Deryk's case, more sparkly. Reaching out, she gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. "And no, you seem to be in one piece. Don't worry!"
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