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[theonotdora]

closed for: @nparekh​ location: near the daily grind time: mid-morning

“I always feel as if a walk around town helps clear my head,” Theo said, looking out over the streets of Pleasance. The calm of the cool morning was refreshing, in a way; Theo felt as if the entire town had been on edge since October. They weren’t exempt from that; even though they’d only been in Pleasance for a few years, they’d grown fond of the town. Perhaps naively, they’d believed that small towns only contained minor drama, the sort of gossip passed along front porches. “I’ve been thinking about programs for December,” they started, looking over at Nadia. “Do you think it’s a bit dramatic to offer a children’s safety class? I hate to stoke the fire, as it were, but I hate to feel as if we aren’t doing all we can to prevent something like this from happening again.”

[atticusmalik]

@nparekh​

location: northwood highschool, teachers lounge 

time: twelve-thirty pm 

    “Someone said Charli D’Appelio, Amelio? Was similar to the eponymous Emma of Austen’s novel, and I can’t get that out of my brain. What if they’re right? I’m sure you’re tik tokin’ and can offer a final judgement on the matter.” Nadia had trained to counsel the troubled minds of the forthcoming generation, riddled with hormones and fabled teenage romances - instead, she found herself bearing the grunt of Atticus’ rumblings, during their lunch breaks. “I guess it’s my fault, for always assigning Emma, wherever I go. Do you think it’s romantic or weird? I aspire to the former and fall victim to the latter, in most cases.” He’s sighed on his sandwich so much, he’s begun to heat up the bread - Atticus is thankful Nadia’s parents had kind genes, at least when it came to looks, to bestow upon their daughter a kind face. Even as he sighed and brooded over his mundanely troubled life, she only reflected warmer sentiments. Not pitying, not overly sympathetic; just listening, acknowledging his words. “So, Jackson and Molly kissed at Hailey’s party, but Molly was hooking up with Lee, at least since Halloween.....so what does this mean for Charlotte, who’s been crushing on Jackson?”

    Other teachers flit in and out of the teachers lounge, but pay them little mind; being both on the younger scale of the faculty, and supremely interested in their own devices, Nadia and Atticus are spared but parting looks. He doesn’t mind it - his world wasn’t dimmed, because he wasn’t trading dog photos with Mrs. Newton. “You know Krampus, right? Maybe he’s behind all these shenanigans.”