Dante Raggio, Refined Manta!
( @raggimanta )
As a 2nd year in Octavinelle, Dante is quite the gentleman! When asked why he'd like to win, Dante says βI think everyone wants their chance in the spotlight. Is it selfish to say I'd like this to be mine?β
Does he have your vote?
Nehru Ghosal, Rare Jewel!
( @bblgumb1tch )
With a reputation like Nehru's, we'd be shocked to find you didn't know this scarabia 3rd year!
With this naga's boundless wit, the chances of him taking the Yule Crown for the 2nd time are looking brighter!
Does he have your vote?
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βMalleus...!β
He's rapidly approaching @MALLEUFICUS, a wide smile on the naga's face. Ohβ, he went straight for a hug! Who would have guessed. But he can't help it... he's just touchy like that.
βI got a high score on my report!β
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β...Okay. If that's what you want...β
Ouch. Double rejection. But... there wasn't much he could do, so... he understood. Or at least he pretended to, as best as he could.
βSee you later then, Deuce. Take careβ.
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"No, no, it's alright. I... I think I just need a minute." He stretches a little, shaking his hands out as he does so.
"And you're plenty useful, Nehru. And even if you aren't, you don't gotta be."
He clears his throat a little, body language still antsy.
"I think 'm gonna >
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try to calm others down. If it fails, I am not of much useβ.
Words that he truly believed, of course.
β...Should I escort you back to your dorm? I... I'm worried that you might end up somewhere else... doing something you might regretβ.
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βOw, don't worry about what I said... I was trying to compare both situations but I failed miserablyβ.
He let out a rather awkward laugh, still playing with his fingers, intertwining them behind his back, where they wouldn't be found.
βI unfortunately only know one way to
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Deuce lets out a frustrated noise, his brow furrowing as he clenches and unclenches his fists once more.
"But that's not π§π’πͺπ³!" He forces himself not to yell the words, coming out in a harsh whisper instead.
He shies away from the third year's hands, the touch too gentle,
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hurt. To see him in such a state, unable to do anything at all other than offer pointless words.
βAh, it's alright. I'm... sorry, though. I was unable to helpβ.
And he didn't know what to do next, other than nervously play with his fingers.
βPerhaps you should talk to
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"...How many πΊπ¦π’π³π΄ can karma take?" The words are short, almost bitten out. His expression twitches, rage coming to the front for a few seconds before he manages to cover it again.
"Is it worth waiting around if people get hurt by your own indecision? Your >
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done it, you know... because I, too, am a coward sometimes. Only under... βspecialβ circumstances I was able to get rid of himβ.
His overblot, but that was something no one needed to know unless asked. An extra burden wasn't necessary.
βThat's why... I beg you not to
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