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Thursday March 21st, 2016
Interacting with basically everyone.
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"It's only stupid if it doesn't work. Plus, Largent's a tank. It's about time someone put him in his place, and I know you wouldn't be keen on scraping guts off the floor."
"Just because you wouldn't wanna get dirty doesn't mean I'm not going to. No one likes Largent, people will be on my side. Right?"

Alden returned a smile at Hal's smirk, and with a shrug
[color=00CED1]"I really dislike people who aren't even willing to save themselves."[/color] Alden growled through his smile, [color=00CED1]"It's pathetic.[/color] Alden continued, walking back to his lunch. Before he could open place the spoon into his mouth, a large 'ooh' from the crowd erupted through the silence.

Alden glanced back with one eye, and Largent had now picked up Richard. It was going to be a severe beatdown, and Alden would have intervened had it not for Mrs. Silence practically entering survival mode and beating Largent almost near-death. There were a few cheap shots, like one to the 'precious' area, and even blocking his lungs airways.

[color=00CED1]"Yeesh."[/color] Alden unintentionally said, glancing at the now fallen boy. [color=00CED1]"Sure did a number to him."[/color] Alden continued, glancing up and down Largent.

Mina seemed to push through the crowd, a worried expression clouding her normally blank face, 
"Are you okay??"
seems like Mrs. Snow herself wasn't that bad.

[color=00CED1]"Yeah. I got it."[/color] Alden called out from behind her, flaring her a smile before he walked up to Largent and slunk his right arm over Alden's shoulder. Mina was right after all, no one really deserves death or anything like that. He even thinks Sophia might have gone a bit overboard.

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Whilst walking through the hallway, whispers seem to gather as the tall Largent is leaning over the shorter Alden. He was getting his shirt all crinkled at this point, and with a rolling eyes he sighed deeply, looking forwards.

"H- Huh?"
"Why.. Where are we going, perfect?"

Seems like the princess was finally awake, his head looking around and then glaring through Alden's skull
[color=00CED1]"To the nurse's office, you got your ass handed to you by a girl, a short girl in fact."[/color] Alden replied, [color=00CED1]"It's close."[/color]

"Fuck you."

[color=00CED1]"You're welcome."[/color]

Those words were what Largent could muster before slinking his head down and silently walking once more. The only sounds being the whispers, the footsteps and the deafening silence between them.

The pair arrived at the nurse, and Alden plopped Largent on a chair, waving his hand once before leaving the nurse. Alden's damned food is probably colder than Mina at this point.