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[attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]It was a fairly pathetic scene if he was being entirely honest.

From one corner of the cafeteria, Nicolas watched the figure of an ivory-haired girl stumble about with mild disinterest, a turkey club sandwich in one hand as he took a casual sip of his drink with the other. Yet again he found himself with nothing better to do, and he could hardly consider watching the meek student entertaining by any means — if anything, it was a rather cringeworthy sight. Presumably, the girl was new, given the way she looked much like a deer — or in this case, fawn, given by how wobbly her legs seemed — in headlights as she took one precarious step after another towards a table not too far from him. Had it not been for the fact that it was Birchwood of all places, the senior would’ve felt almost sorry for her. But alas, he was apathetic to her struggles, as he figured that she couldn’t have been that innocent if she was committed here. She could fend for herself.

Or, that’s what he had thought, anyway.

But, this belief was challenged when, in the midst of her walking, the girl had unknowingly bumped into the person in front of her, spilling the contents of her tray all over both herself and the unfortunate bystander in question. Granted, this was a rude thing to do, but he couldn’t help but let out a snort as he heard the loud clattering of dishes on the floor. He was never one to care for manners to begin with, and for the most part he had no qualms about taking amusement in the girl’s misfortune — really, how could he not laugh when she looked like a kindergartener that was on the verge of passing out from fear?

Well, there was also the fact that he was kind of a dick.

But, he digressed.

Even with this being said, however, Nick was far from heartless, and after wrapping up his own dinner quickly, he rose from his seat and approached the miserable girl. Without prompting, he bent down to help her, his fingers working nimbly to collect and stack the fallen dishes neatly on her tray. “Oh, man. You really made a mess, didn’t you?” he said with a chuckle. “I thought you were going to piss yourself there. Is this your first day or something?” Despite his apparent insensitivity, he maintained a light-hearted tone in an attempt to cheer her up, albeit admittedly he was going about it an odd way. Shrugging out of his gray hoodie, he extended it to her, his free hand reaching to pick up the tray of dishes from off the floor. “Here, take this. It’ll hide the stains for now. We can probably leave this mess for the janitor to deal with, so let’s get you cleaned up first.”

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[attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"]Scarlet Cross
i got it done, and now i may die. ;v;

[attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]A low chuckle escaped his throat as he took the tray of dishes from her, brushing off any particles from his clothing before coming to a rise. Although this action was largely unnecessary, Nicolas couldn’t help but feel pity for the snow-haired girl — it was rough enough already being the new kid at school, but it was infinitely more difficult when the school happened to be Birchwood of all places. Rather than being an asshole and leaving her to fend for himself, he figured that he’d do her a favor instead and make her life a little easier. It was the least he could do, after all. “Hm, I figured as much,” the senior said, stifling a laugh and extending a hand to help her up. “You looked really lost there.” Violet eyes took in her flushed face, a gleeful smile finding its way to his lips as he suppressed another bout of laughter. “Not a bad sight, though,” he added, his words intentionally vague as he left the girl to ponder the meaning behind them. “Not bad at all.”

He was enjoying her embarrassment a little too much.

But, it was kind of cute he had to admit. Very cute. The eighteen-year-old took her rambling in stride, waiting patiently for her to finish before saying another word. “Don’t worry about it. I have a ton of them.” And by them, he meant jackets, of course. The good-for-nothing virtually lived in jackets, regardless of what season it was currently. “Seriously, no worries. I’ll just leave this on a table of something,” Nicolas continued. “Let’s wipe off as much food we can off of you first.” After turning to place the tray of dishes on a nearby table, he reached into the confines of his pocket to take out several napkins, all of which had been shoved into his pocket from his earlier dinner. The male offered several to her, amusement crossing his features as he took in her soiled appearance. While his hoodie did seem to cover whatever stains the food may have produced, he wasn’t too sure whether this was enough.

“On second thought, do you want me to take you to the girls’ restroom so you can clean up?” he inquired with a tilt of his head. “Of course, I can’t come in with you, but you’re probably going to want to wash up before doing anything else. I can’t imagine that you’d feel too great with dinner all over you and whatnot.”

“Unless you want me to come in with you?” He joked, his innocent expression a stark contrast to the implicit innuendo entwined within his words. “Your choice.”

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[attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"]Scarlet Cross
scarlet omg. it’s ok bb. nicky the loser is here to come to ur rescue ;v; <3

[attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]Nicolas watched as confusion clouded her features, and with a laugh, he instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair, the corner of his lips quirking upwards to form a smile as he did so. Although the senior had his doubts regarding the girl’s apparent naiveté, he was content with her reactions no matter whether they were genuine or contrived. “I’m kidding,” he explained with a chuckle. “I doubt that anyone likes having food spilled over themself.” Against his better judgment, the truant was tempted to further tease her by adding “unless you’re a masochist,” but fortunately for the girl, he refrained from doing so, as he was fairly certain that any more peculiar comments from him would send her running in the opposite direction. Despite whatever questionable motives he may have had, he really didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

He was an asshole, not a creep.

Taking notice of the way her slender fingers grasped the fabric of his hoodie, a contemplative expression crossed his face. “You can keep the it. I’ve been looking for a reason to buy more.” He paused momentarily before continuing. “It looks better on you anyway, uh…” The slothful teenager trailed off, unsure of how to refer to her. Nick briefly considered asking the girl for her name, but all things considered, it would’ve been more effort than it was worth, right? After this encounter, it was doubtful that they’d cross paths again; to begin with, he only went to help her on a whim. But, he wasn’t one to fuss over such trivial social formalities — whether they exchanged names was of no concern to him. For the time being, he’d refer to her as… Well, shit. He wasn’t entirely sure himself.

“Bunny.”

The word escaped his lips unwittingly, and with his mind temporarily distracted, Nicolas didn’t take notice of what he said. It wasn’t until the ivory-haired girl mumbled something that he diverted his attention back to her, just in the nick of time to see that the napkins were rendered virtually ineffective and that the girl was, from what he assumed, disappointed by her futile effort to clean herself up with said shoddy napkins — the thought that she was nervous for his reaction not once crossed his mind. “Ah, I can’t say I’m surprised,” the male said nonchalantly, shrugging as he extended a hand to take the soiled items. “Sorry about that. Still, I hope they were of at least some use,” he added before continuing.

“Oh?”

The senior wasn’t anticipating her response at all, and he cocked his head to the side in response to her answer, his eyes alight with amusement as his violet eyes took in her sudden change in disposition. Although somewhat perplexed, Nick took it all in stride, his voice still a steady, even calm as he replied to her. “Of course nooot,” he drawled. “Why would I mind? You’re not thinking of anything weird, are you?” He was teasing her now, though given her innocence, he doubted that she’d catch on. “But hmmm, I don’t think the teachers would be too keen on me going into the girls’ restroom.” He hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “But for a cute girl like you, I’ll risk it.”

“Well then, let’s get going, shall we?”

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[attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"]Scarlet Cross
OHOHOH, SCARLET, YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE BEAST. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But on a more serious note, Nicky is v amused rn. LOL