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[It's been two weeks since Kurt had been at school. Or much of anywhere, really. He'd only checked in on a few of the friends who already knew about his 'fuzzy condition' and otherwise avoided being spotted, mostly lurking in the dark. Which meant turning in the homework Terra picked up for him, explaining away the fact he was 'sick', and avoiding too many questions being asked. After that, he even attends the Brigade meeting like a good little minion, despite also being absent from it for the entire month so far. Afterward, he'll be hanging around town, including testing out the Battle Dome. It's a lot like the Danger Room he's familiar with.
Once that's all said and done, he'll go ahead and make himself known on the journals.]
So, I kind of disappeared there for awhile. Sorry about that. I was uh, not quite feeling like myself. How's everyone doing?
[10% Filtered to Wonder Woman]
Hey Diana. Or uh, Wonder Woman. I have a question.
Once that's all said and done, he'll go ahead and make himself known on the journals.]
So, I kind of disappeared there for awhile. Sorry about that. I was uh, not quite feeling like myself. How's everyone doing?
[10% Filtered to Wonder Woman]
Hey Diana. Or uh, Wonder Woman. I have a question.
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It's, uh. It's kinda tough?
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[Sapphire sounds very relieved.]
Writin' just really ain't my thing...
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[In his advanced classes, he will also teach you to write with your feet and tail.]
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[psh, feet? easy-peasy. But the tail's just cheating, you have an unfair advantage >: ]
...Science ain't so bad, I guess. At least that makes sense.
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It's way better than math, though. I'm just glad the stuff they're making me work on is stuff I already know.
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[You know most of this already? +50 respect points!]
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[Given how STRANGE it was that Kurt kept going to school without trying to be a Pokemon professor.]
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Nope. Papa taught me these kinds'a things, but then I started helpin' him with his work an' didn't have time...
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Where's yar house?
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But yeah, she's there in about ten minutes, knocking on the door and hoping that she's got the right one.]
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Hey Sapphire. Looks like you found the right place.
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[- holy what is that
after stepping inside, Sapphire turns and stands on her tiptoes to look through the eyehole. Nifty, but why?
She does have her homework with her, sans pencil.]
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[Fortunately he has plenty of pencils on the table. He went and grabbed some at the store while she was taking FOREVER to get to his apartment.]
You thirsty?
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[...there is more to this place than the Niftydoor isn't there]
Not really. But thanks!
[Tables would be useful for writing, wouldn't they? She'll set her homework down there.
...it's all penmanship exercises.]
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So you keep breaking your pencils? Show me.
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[She leans over the table, snatching up a pencil. It's immediately obvious that she doesn't write regularly - the way she's holding the pencil is downright awkward and too forceful.
She repositions her hand a few times before starting a letter, and finishes a shaky "S" before the pencil gives under the bizarre angle and the excess pressure that Sapphire is placing on it.
After a moment of blinking, she holds it up with a sheepish grin.]
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