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The brunette nodded. "Okay!" He was glad she hadn't called him butthole or something; that would've been mean. He chuckled lightly, nodding up at her. "Yep! It err... Takes a while to get used to, huh? But I um... Float out of my body, sometimes. Astral er.. Projection, it's called." He saw the girl shiver, and offered his jacket. "Err... That's a good idea! Dining hall?"

"I’ll stick to Timothy. Sounds more.. you." Melody shivered, taking a drink to warm herself up. "Oh right, that’s normal around here, huh? I’m telekinetic. Yours?" she said, shivering a bit once more, "How about we head somewhere warmer?" she added.

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"Oh err... That's... Cool!" He bounced a little, shivering from the cold. "I'm um.. Timothy Page! Or Timmy or erm... Whatever works for you. What's your er... Power?"

Taking the cup in her hands, Melody returned the smile. “Sort of, I guess. I’ve only been here for a bit, haven’t gotten around much. I’m Melody.”

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Timothy grinned. "Err... Alright!" He pulled out a hot thermos, pouring her a cup. "Um... Are you new here?"

That would actually be really nice.

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"Do you err... Want some hot chocolate?'

Too bloody cold around this damn place.

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"Like um... Maybe she was forced to do it! Maybe it wasn't even her! Err... Have you guys talked about it yet?"

So, I wake up to find Michaela has sent my picture out to the whole school?

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"Err... Maybe she sent it by accident! I'm sure she um... Had a good reason!"

So, I wake up to find Michaela has sent my picture out to the whole school?

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"Err... That wasn't very nice of her."

So, I wake up to find Michaela has sent my picture out to the whole school?

Well, boo you, whore.

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Timmy smiled, looking down at his phone. He loved text messages! His eyes widened as the nude appeared, dropping the phone with both hands. "Err... This.... What is...." He gulped, vigorously shaking his head. "Um... Not good...."

Riley looked down at her phone, seeing she got a picture message from Michaela. Her jaw dropped and she quickly dropped the phone. “Nope, not dealing with that today, nope,”

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Timothy blinked. "Huh?" He didn't know what jogging had to do with anything, but then again, he was pretty spacey. The boy noticed Alistair's expression, gulping in a nervous manner. Why did Alistair look so angry? Had he done something wrong?

The other boy thought for a while, and Timmy sat, nervously shifting from side to side. Silence always made him a little nervous. He nodded when the boy mentioned training,  though he found it a little bland. Alistair was all business, maybe all he needed was a little bit of fun! Still, the other boy seemed to know what he wanted, and Timmy didn't fight him.

"Err... Okay, so um... Training. Doesn't the headmaster hold training sessions? It's not the same as home but you could erm... Still learn from him, right?" He blinked, nodding at the boy's comment. "That's err... Probably true." He'd never seen anyone as good as Alistair, but then again, he hadn't seen a lot of people. In his mind, Alistair was the best of the best. 

Timmy tilted his head to the side, wondering. Weren't there good people at Weatherford? Intelligent people too? "Well err... There's got to be some of those here, right? Like err... I don't know. Who fits that um... Criteria?"

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"Take up jogging." Alistair replied bluntly, fitting Timmy with a glare that would have been scathing if, y’know, he had less alcohol in his blood stream. He rested his arms on the sides of his chair, sinking into his coat with a sigh that was more tired than he’d intended. It was a difficult question. Frankly, he was pretty sure it was a difficult question for anyone who wasn’t affiliated with Energizer Bunny and/or its demon spawn.

Timmy looked like a relatively harmless demon spawn, too, as long as he was kept away from Judith.

"Training makes me happy," he mumbled. "Good training… My parents - my family… We take our abilities seriously. I am the most skilled elemental manipulator in this high school.”

To him, that wasn’t even bragging. But his voice softened, turned distant, and once more his hand found Timmy’s hair. “People make me happy… Good people. Intelligent people…”

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"Err... It's true!" He replied, smiling. Timmy listened to Thomas speak, nodding along with his sentences. So he really was impartial. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, looking back over at Thomas. "Umm... Can I err... Call you Tommy?" His eyes held a hopeful gleam, as if saying 'no' would crush his dreams and send him into a dark spiral of depression. His face lit up as Thomas mentioned Levi, nodding eagerly. "He's... So cool!" Timmy tapped his chin, thinking of good songs. Classic rock was his favorite, and he was glad Thomas liked it too. "Do you... Err... Like Morrissey?"

Jam Sesh || Timothy & Thomas

Thomas shook his head back a bit, but smiled at what he thought was a compliment. “H-hey, thanks man! That’s uh, nice of you!” He thought for a second about the names, before shrugging and speaking with a smile. “I really don’t care. It’s just a name. Doesn’t really matter much to me.” As long as it’s not Tommy. He added silently to himself. “Levi…Oh, yeah, him! I’ve seen him around. Those wings are pretty wicked!” Thomas laughed lightly at Timmy. The boy sure did like to call things cool. It was pretty amusing. He shrugged again in regards to the music. “I dunno man. I’m cool with most things. I like classic rock, alternative pop/punk, that kind of stuff. What about you?”

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"I err... Of course I," he started, freezing in his tracks. Her finger reached his cheek, and he shivered, surprised. Jade was so... Pretty. And... So close. Too close, almost. He stared into her eyes, his own wide with confusion and surprise. Whiffs of fruity flavor surrounded the girl, and he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.

Their lips met, and he squeaked, surprised. He'd only been kissed once, by Lauri, who proceeded to have a mental breakdown. Hopefully Jade wouldn't have on of those too. She tasted like fruit, and juice boxes. It was nice. "Err... Thanks Jade."

Hangin' Out || Timothy and Jade

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Jade looked between the two, unblinking. She couldn’t believe this. As much as she liked Timothy, she wasn’t sure how she felt about him listening to Judith, but she knew it wasn’t very good. “You change its diaper.” Her voice was half groan, half sigh, and she really just wanted to all onto the couch and scream at the heavens until the whole baby assignment just went away. “I’m not touching it.” She shook her head. “No way am I absorbing poop.”

A small moment passed before Judith responded, apparently she was caught up in a conversation with the babies underthings “Okqy,”

Turning around suddenly she fled the scene, and din’t come back until 10 minutes later, carrying what looked like a small candle blow torch “I am ready to send its underthings to Jesus now.”

Timothy froze, unsure of what to do. He set the baby on the ground, not wanting to hold the poopy little thing. "Err... Thanks Judith! You're the greatest!" 

He looked back up, but Judith was gone. "Err... Where did she?" The boy took a deep breath, more than totally panicked. What was he supposed to do? Jade didn't want to suck the energy, and Judith had totally vanished. He gathered up all his strength, cautiously approaching the baby. "Err... Behold, poop. I'm um... Timmy Page! Your worst nightmare." He looked back at the diaper, gulping. Why hadn't they given him a manual? His hands were about to touch the fabric, when Judith came to his rescue. "Oh, err... Thank gosh Judith." Then he noticed the blowtorch. Timmy paused, weighing out his two options. Possible fire to the baby? Touching poop. He went with the first one. "Err... You do your thing, Judith."

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The boy nodded. "Err... Yay!" He looked back at the girl, wondering what to do. So he sat there, quietly sipping his juice box. He didn't know a lot about Jade, but then again, who did? She was truly a mystery. 

He took back the guitar, strumming it lightly. Jade was just... Looking at him. "Err.. Jade, do I have something on my face?" He blushed, hoping he didn't. But why else would she be staring at him? He shrugged, going back to his strumming. "Jade-y, I wonder maybe, what's going on, in that quiet mind of yours." The boy smiled, happy with his little tune. He stopped singing, turning back to face the girl. "Err... But really Jade, what are you um... Thinking about?"

Hangin' Out || Timothy and Jade

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Timothy blushed, shifting uncomfortably. "Err... Alistair, are you saying I smell like um... Farts?" He showered everyday, and used baby lotion. Surely he must've smelled somewhat presentable. Maybe it was the baby lotion. He'd stop using that.

The boy's eyes widened, impressed. "That's awesome! Err... How did you do that? Um... Get training, I mean." Timmy paused, wondering. If only he knew how to master his power. He couldn't even use it to save his own life. Would he ever improve? The boy looked back at Alistair, confused. "Err... Really? I've um... Been learning a lot here. Do they really not teach you much? And err... What do you mean by 'it's own'?" The boy took a deep breath, aware that he'd asked a lengthy amount of questions.

“I don’t remember the last time I was simply happy.” Timothy frowned. That was so sad! "Well err... What makes you smile?" He asked, wondering how to make things better. "And I err... I bounce because... I don't know. I feel like there's um... A lot of energy inside of me, and it makes me move."

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"Beans, beans the magical fruit," Alistair hummed, and he couldn’t tell where his fingers ended and Timmy’s hair began, so maybe it was a good time to pull away. He could get a real dog. Ben wouldn’t be against giving it an alternate reality where it could dig holes and fart to its fluffy heart’s content. 

"I’ve been trained to use my powers since they manifested -  years,” Alistair bragged, and the fact that it was the truth only made it all the more enjoyable. If he could huff in Timmy’s direction, he would have, but he wasn’t sure he could tell exactly where the other student was at the moment. “School’s not teaching me much in that area, but… It’s good. Weatherford’s good. Weatherford takes care of… It’s own…”

He wanted to drift. There was a current around him, he was sure of it. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t see or touch it; it was there, somewhere, just waiting to float him into a wall or something, but damn did Alistair wish he could drift. “I don’t remember the last time I was simply happy,” he stated honestly. “Could be because I’m drunk as fuck… Why are you so - bouncy?”

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Wha-!?! Why.

“JJ…” Judith cooed to the happy bundle “ does the non-infant enjoy the title of JJ?” the baby spit bubbles in response “it approves, the name has been ever chosen.” She sniffed the air with some delicacy then stared intensely at the child’s clothing “The diaper says it has defecated it self. It wishes to die now.”

Timothy smiled. "Err... JJ it is then!" He patted the baby, unsure of what to do with it. He'd never taken care of one before. The boy's face flushed a bright pink, and he shifted uncomfortably. "Err... Jade... Judith... How does one fix this um... Defecation situation?"

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