[center][h2][i][color=ec008c]Miles Lockwood[/color][/i][/h2][/center]

Miles cracked his neck and took a deep breath. [color=ec008c]“Well, that was fun. Although I think I felt some bindings come undone. I really should have them checked out by a professional.”[/color] Looking down at Minako he smiled as she grabbed his hand and led him along.

[i][color=ec008c]Next time is swimming? Oh dear, I really don’t want to get in. I haven’t really examined the old scars, I hope they aren’t too visible. Donna better not be in it this time.[/color][/i] Stray thoughts flashed through his head as he felt his shirt sleeves sticking to his slightly bloody arms. Miles once again silently praised red shirts and let himself be led by Minako.

The walk wasn't too long and despite the slight horror stories told by the Black Class, Miles wasn't too worried. Reaching and entering the classroom Miles and his little sister didn’t seem all that late however the teacher seemed rather upset. With a wry grin Miles gave her a slight bow as an apology for whatever unknown offence he had caused and looked for a clear place on the floor to sit down. [i][color=ec008c]Oh dear, I do wonder how hands on this lesson will be. Miss Itsuko is really draining on stamina![/color][/i]

Gingerly lowering himself Miles managed to get it a somewhat comfortable position before patting the ground next to him for Minako to sit.

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