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At Jerry's approval, Rep looked even more unimpressed. Oh so this torment was meant to continue? ******** fantastic. He supposed he'd do the same thing if he'd been victorious and gotten an enemy to sing a self deriding song.

And then Rin came over apparently to congratulate him and it was as if some vicious creature stirred in his thoughts. Nothing irritated him more than what he perceived as shallow reassurances and almost always resulted in the same thing. He eyed Jordan and Harrison for just a moment, unreadable before turning his attention to her properly.

He rounded slowly on the other hunter, unfussed by using the fact they were neighbours and friends to inflict as much damage as he could. He was embarrassed, he was feeling awkward. He needed to bring someone else down to his level. His smirk was fixed and cold.

"Don't ******** kid me on. I mean. I was better than /your/ ******** sad act attempt." he snarled. "But that doesn't say much. Go the ******** away. I might catch terrible."

"Wait, wha - ... ... you a*****e," Jordan grumbled, flushing even brighter and turning pointedly away from Harrison.

Clerise slid away from the crowd to fetch another donut, eyeballing the table. It didn't look sturdy enough to hold her, so she supposed sitting on it was a bad idea. Instead, she sat on the ground by it, poking at Rep's calf with her free hand, right behind the knee.

"Gawd, Willy, what crawled up your a** and died?" was all she asked, overly sweet, poking him again. God. He'd been fine, seriously.

Looking up at Rin, Clerise offered her a wave. "You weren't that bad, you know~! I don't get to talk to you much-- Rin, right? I remember you kinda from the yeti-doooom." She wiggled her fingers, grinning with the words-- and laughing even HARDER as the redhead got socked.

She actually laughed so hard she fell over, giggling on her side.

The Mist trainee paused from questioning Otto more as Jerry spoke up, and well, she was just blushing like a fiend at his words of praise. “Oh my.” She murmured with a small smile, cupping her cheeks. “Th-thank you!” She was flattered, really! Never so much wonderful praise directed at her before! She then turned back to Otto.

“I’ll help you go get your drums! The dorms aren’t that far away! Pleeeeeease, Otto? I’d love to hear you play!” Cue more wide eyed hopeful looks.

Damnit Molly.

He had no excuse. Fine. He'd blow their damn socks off! "...fine. C'mon.." He tsked, and led Molly back to his room.

TIME LAPSE HAPPENED.

When otto and Molly returned, he got right to setting up the drum set again. It was hot pink, and a little small, but it was a drum set all the same. Soon enough it was ready, and with a sigh, he sat down, sticks in hand.

Hey... performing in front of others...

Way scary.

Still, he closed his eyes, pretended he was alone, and drummed his heart out.

The punch was unexpected, but as far as Rep was concerned, almost exactly what he wanted, a reaction. He reeled back, looking dazed, before shaking his head as if he'd just downed a very strong shot of whiskey.

"Hahah. Raw ******** nerve?" He smirked nastily. "Good."

Noting Clerise had joined them, he gave her a lazy glance, acting as if he /hadn't/ just been punched /hard/ in the face. "Sup?

And then Marcus was singing and singing to a /guy/. Augh. His mood took another nose dive.

Rin cast a glance fleetingly at Clerise, "Yes ma'am. Pleasure meeting you... shame it isn't under... better... circumstances."

And she reached out attempting to take a fistful of firey red hair, still attached to it's owner. If successful, attempting to drag the man by it.

"I'll show you a raw ******** nerve you pissssant." She hissed at him. Jaw set stiffly but the expression on her face. Dull. As if fighting back all emotion. But the look of absolute fury in her eyes was both unmistakable and unavoidable.

Wilson had been planning on training for a bit. His weapon was already summoned when he stepped onto the field, the mask over his face when he noticed a group of trainees already in the middle of the field.

He blankly watched Dakota sing. And dance.

He promptly walked away.

He could train tomorrow. Yeah...