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walked around with a chicken feather on my back all day. fuck.

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How's the Solstice treating you?

my bones feel weird.

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[Holds out my bat to you. (The animal)]

there is a chicken and a frog in this room. are you sure about this?

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then get rid of it?

what are you, the fucking dorm monitor? i'll do what i fucking want.

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this chicken is shitting everywhere.

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[Hands you a chicken, live and feathered]

huh. what. why.

[He watches the chicken walk around his dorm, just as confused as him, and can't help but reach out to scratch the top of its head.]

What the fuck?

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a critter you wish you saw more often?

bats.

they're flying puppies.

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birds when you scratch the top of their head and they kind of squish into themselves. top ten things Ever

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Saving up to get candace her own terrarium. She likes the pond. I think she's made some friends.

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[Taking a few backward steps, Cel allows himself a final look around the office as his hand lands on the door knob.]

I might be late to the one you have today.

[He clicks it open, and continues to put one foot outside.]

The Principal called me. Twenty minutes ago.

[With that, he walks out, and closes the door behind him.]

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

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[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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[No longer finding it necessarry to reply, Cel gestures lazily to his eye, and hopes to get his point across. As if he thinks that's not enough, he forces some more words to form.]

I should go.

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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[His gaze refuses to travel anywhere close to Atticus' face, and he gives a short nod. It seems he has run out of words to say for the day.]

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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... Is that something you taught already? I thought I hadn't skipped your classes.

[A genuinely guilty look takes over his face— a look that most are sure he isn't capable of. In an attempt to hide his discomfort, his wrists curl into tight fists.]

I- Yeah. Yeah, I can probably do that. Yeah.

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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I don't need a check.

[Cel doesn't answer his question, but doesn't show any outright disapproval, either.]

Do I?

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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[He shrugged again, still not moving from his place, but his arms shift closer to his body as he closes into himself.]

Nothing else hurts.

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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[For a second, Cel's eyes meet his professor's, and he immediately looks away to fiddle with one of his many pins— it looks to be painted with the face of a cat]

Okay. Sure.

[Despite his answer, he doesn't move, and stands stiffly in his spot.]

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?

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Um-

[Suddenly, it's like he realizes where he is. If he's questioning himself, he tries not to show it. His eyes begin wandering everywhere around the room, and his voice grows (somehow) quieter.]

... Will you?

[Two rough knocks are heard against Atticus' office door. When it opens, Cel is standing unceremoniously, with a frown on his face, and a bruise at the corner of his eye.]

[Dirt remains on his skin and clothes. It's not clear if he even tried to dust it off.]

Hey.

— @to-cel-andback

[Atticus stands at the door for a time that felt longer than what it truly was, reading glasses on his face as he takes a quick look over Cel, assessing the damage done before letting him in.]

…Hello. Do you mind explaining what exactly happened?