Seara waited in their doorway. As Grimm approached, their eyes
brightened. "Oh, you're back!" they waved. "Thought you might be
leaving, again." But they were smiling.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
*Grimm would open three dark bottles and three black demons would
emerge and rearrange the room, turning it into an auditorium fit
for a magic school dance, and then would return to their
bottles*
Seara jumped back. They stared at the room with wide eyes. Then
burst into a grin. "Grimm!" they exclaimed. "That's awesome!" They
couldn't stop beaming. "This is-"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
A girl stepped inside. Paused midstep. Raised her hand. "Question.
Explain, please?" Their voice, however, harsh, had a note of
curiosity in it. She took a step further and ran a hand down the
wall.
"Oh, hello!" Seara waved. "My cute date and I-" hugging Grimm with
a wide smile. "Am just working on the whole Valentine's Dance
thing!"
The girl's face twisted a bit. "Ugh. Yeah. That thing."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Adrik picked up his head and blinked slowly at Kaden. "Oh-" his
eyes flickered with recognition. "Oh! Kaden- sorry- passed out-
fell asleep." He shut his mouth and instead tilted his head to the
side, as if asking for him to go on.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Isla sneered a bit, and walked into the room, glancing about
herself. "Hmph. How'd you manage to rig up this room with all this
sickening crap so quickly?"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Seara bristled. "You wanna say that again, sweetheart?" A
snarl was edging their mouth, peeling back their lips. "I
dare you."
Isla crossed her arms, not backing down. "Is she so pathetic she
needs her pet dog to protect her?" she asked pleasantly.
"It's cute, honey, but sit down. This isn't about you."
Seara jumped to their feet. "That's it!"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Grimm would put a hand on Seara’s shoulder, she didn’t like
violence, even though she could cure all the damage cause from it,
she didn’t like it to be caused unnecessarily*
Seare shot a glare at Grimm. They took her arm in theirs. "Look,"
they hissed in her ear. Isla watched them both with a cocksure
expression, her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "I really
want to bash this girl's face in. It's not just about you. She's
always getting on my nerves- You can stand down. You're not
responsible for this."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
*Grimm would grab a bonesaw from her bag and would put on two red
rubber gloves, she would then play a voice clip of the medic from
tf2 saying, “Let’s Go Practice Medicine”.* (sorry it’s just a
perfect quote for the moment from the perfect game)
A tall, slender figure, draped in black was standing behind
them.
"This is...St Venti's School, I hope?".
The boy's brows creased a fraction.
"If so, have any of you fellow students seen Headmaster Venti? I
need to speak with her, it is a matter of utmost importance."
He glanced at the three patiently. The boy, gripping a slender
mahogany cane with black, gloved hands sighed a little. He glanced
to the ground, then back to the three.
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"I..
It's...
Um.."
Kaden was beginning to panic.
Should I ask him?
I don't want to upset his feelings.
I think we should break up...but I can't tell him that.
He doesn't feel the same way I do about him, right?