[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

Tiny humans were no better than sentient, talking animals in terms of fairytale tropes. It didn't help that this little chick seemed to be the loud, self-righteous type. A real go-getter as some people might say. Donovan was just glad that she was hassling Clive instead of him. He didn't need someone imposing their goody-two-shoe morals on him right after an embarrassing loss. And fuck, why was this chick's voice so bloody loud? Shouldn't there've been some sort of inverse-square law for sound and mass? Whatever, it wasn't like he ever gave a shit about Physics. 

[color=f26522]"'t's not our bloody problem,"[/color] he drawled carelessly, [color=f26522]"And Clive's right. That's our teacher over there. Heading to breakfast without so much as a speck of fucking dust on his nice jacket. Zero fucks given. He said something like-"[/color]

Donovan swept his hair back and changed his gait to match Varus'.

[color=f26522]"Good job, the lot of you. Nice hustle."[/color] Donovan repeated mockingly, doing an impressive rendition of Varus' gruff voice.

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