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Malcolm smiled a bit as he looked up at the girl as she mentioned the weather from yesterday. She looked so familiar. But Malcolm would figure her name out latter, he was busy at the moment. "I know, I had practice." He said with a smile and went back to writing like they were both suppose to be doing.

Hearing a click from the direction of the girl, Malcolm glances over to see her taking a picture. Of what? He hasn't the clue, but finds it amusing that she's taking it nonetheless. He stopped writing midsentence as she recited a quote all too familiar to Malcolm. I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ. Malcolm muses in thought, he flashes a smile at her then turns away when the teacher speaks up, calling her out by name. Sawyer? Sawyer. Malcolm muses in thought and looks back at Sawyer with a small smile on his face.

He glances to the teacher, back at Sawyer, then goes back to writing. "Mahatma Gandhi." Malcolm says, glancing over at Sawyer as he reveals the bearer of the quote. He then returns with a quote of his own. "Jesus is ideal and wonderful, but you Christians, you are not like him. Bara Dada." He says with a smile toward Sawyer, a gleam in his eye. Why he returned with a quote like that? Because that's sort of how he felt about it all. Though he doesn't believe in anything really.