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Some people just didn't understand the beauty of taking their time to get from point A to point B. Jack realized Sapphira had to slow her pace to keep better pace with him, but she didn't seem to make a fuss about it. Maybe if they continued to hang out he would walk a bit faster; it meant having to keep his hands out of his pockets to do so, but he could just as easily play with change or something outside of his pocket. 

The fact that she used a past tense term to describe her parents leading her down the path to be a Guardian didn't go amiss. She didn't sound sad, but considering it sounded like she had a pleasant childhood, he didn't think pointing it out would be good. Well, not in the way that first came to mind which was to ask about what had happened to lead to their deaths. Most wouldn't want to share that information, whereas most in the area were probably familiar with how despised his were and knew their death was out of vengeance. There were no condolences; he didn't want them anyways.

[color-8493ca]"Sounds like a lot of training. You must be pretty good at what goes into being a Guardian by now. Why not go off to take the test already?"[/color] Perhaps it was a poor assumption, but she was an elf. She had to be at least a hundred given that she looked to be about his age. That was a lot of years to train depending on how long ago her parents died.

His gaze drifted around the cafeteria when her narrow eyed gaze turned toward him. She might have tried to get rid of it, but he still spotted it. Without many in the room to begin with - first day of school, he figured more would be there - he could pick out at least one group that might have set her off. The Fitzroy Wolfpack. No surprises there; they were a load of pompous animals as far as he was concerned. Maybe that was his parents' thought process, but they looked like they would try to bully and beat their way through situations. Not a bad group to befriend and manipulate, but some didn't exactly look like they were pleased to see him even if some were sizing up Sapphira. 

Distraction. That's what they needed. [color=8493ca]"Here, let's go grab some food. My treat."[/color] He was going to leave it at that, but the half second pause between sentences told him that offer might be construed improperly. [color=8493ca]"As a friend thing. If you don't mind, that is,"[/color] he added quickly. This wasn't a date; it was an opportunity to get to know a potentially powerful ally and possible friend.