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         Jin glanced up at the girl who stood before him as he remained seated on the courtyard bench, wait what did she just say? Raising a brow at the young girl as the corner of his mouth raised into a sort of grin. "Huh? What was that, I didn't quite catch tha-" He was cut off mid sentence as he now realised the girl that had stood before him was now a pile of goo and clothes on the ground, he pulled a rather odd face to express how surprised and disturbed he was by what just happened. Did he do something wrong? What the hell just happened? "Uh... Are you.. Okay?" Pausing a few times between words, still trying to take in what had just happened he found it necessary to at least ask if she was alright.
Suddenly another female came along and picked up the gir- uh goo? Probably a friend? And apologised on, Indigo was it? Yes on Indigo's behalf for being nervous when talking to men. Well that made things much more amusing, he almost felt sorry for the poor girl, couldn't even get out a proper full sentence without turning into goo before him. "That's alright" Jin replied to the girl before then looking at the quivering goo and shooting it- her a soft smile "hopefully we can all talk again without turning into goo hm?" And with that said the female and he goo friend Indigoo- go, were off. Indigoo might become a new unfortunate nickname he had created for her.

After all that, he noticed the young girl and older male were still wandering around, what were they doing? Were they out here for some fresh air or something too? But, the girl seemed quite curious as to what had just happened moments ago with the goo. His sharp, narrow eyes looked into hers with an almost cold- but unintentional -glare. Something about her was off, it was obvious she wasn't human, possibly a Demon? Hopefully not. The male with her seemed to be an Elf by the look of his pointed ears but he shouldn't judge a book by its cover, even if he was confident in his accusations. He turned away, realising he was probably coming off as creepy or rude and continued to take in the world around him in the great outdoors.

         Leo walked shakily d own the halls, his eyes looking around quickly. His parens had won a free vacation, and it was only for 2 people. Of course they wouldn't come during his last day off for the month. They still hated him for causing a flooded house, a few fires, and quite a bit of broken furniture (not all in the same day, thankfully) from his previous flip-outs when he was 4. It wasn't his fault everyone seemed to HATE his guts! Closing his eyes, Leo took a long sip from his foam cup of coffee while walking.

Bad idea.

Of course, he walked into something. Or to be more precise, someone. His coffee spilled all over the person, and he started to yell, "Nooooo!"

But it was too late, as his foam cup broke on the floor. Leo looked up at the now coffee-stained face as things began to hit him. The blond boy really messed up this time…

Quickly, Leo flipped. So much pressure! Why did this always happen to him? "Ack! A-are you okay?! Oh crud, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He shrieked. This was really bad. He fell to his knees and rolled up into a little ball on the floor, crying and twitching.
Glandur walked out to the courtyard with Rosaline on his back, the latter giggling with glee. The elf chuckled and the demon asked, “Can you put me down, big brother? I wanna show you something.” Rosaline was helped down by Glandur, and she reached in one of her pockets of her dress. The young demon pulled something out, and handed it to Glandur.

Was that... His old handkerchief, washed to a pristine white, like new? “You gave this to me, when I was crying from that mean girl. I kept on forgetting to give it back, so here you go! I also washed and ironed it.” She smiled happily as she held it towards him and Glandur looked surprised, then smiled.

“Really, for me?” Glandur asked, and looked amazed.

“Please, take it!” She smiled and Glandur nodded. Rosaline put it in his hand, and Glandur put it in his pocket.

Rosaline requested to sit with him on the bench, and they sat, Rosaline looking up at the blue sky with puffy, cotton clouds.
Getting up from under a tree in the courtyard, Nicholas walked to the cafeteria to visit his parents. They came a long way to see him, and he was maintaining a high grade in school. Nicholas knew they would be proud to see that grade, and all would be well.