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Brooding beside a locker stood Chris, hoodie up and arms crossed. His blue eyes glaring at the empty hallway before him. Class was going to start soon, but he couldn't get the grin of that sickening punk that attacked him in the fight. Chris was no arbiter, this emotion was human. A thirst for revenge, and an outlet to the despair he felt from all the trauma thus far.

After lunch, Sander walked briskly down the hallway, heading toward the classroom. He was still mildly concerned about his roommate, but didn’t see it fit to interfere. If the blond boy didn’t want him there, he wouldn’t be there. Simple as that. 

"[color=red]Oi[/color]"-Chris called out from his corner as the familiar kid walked past. "[color=red]How can you walk around so calmly?[/color]"-He shot a glare towards Sander beneath his hood as he spoke.
 
“[color=cyan]Um...[/color]”- Sander halted when a voice called out to him. He half-turned, eyeing the new comer with curiosity. White hair and blue eyes wasn’t common, but he had seen stranger things on subnaturals –“[color=cyan]Can I help you?[/color]”

Without warning Chris would immediately step up from the corner and take a jab at sander right across the cheek with a right hook. "[color=red]That's for breaking my ribs on the battlefield, and letting our teammates die from your friendly fire.[/color]" Chris said coldly. 

Pain bloomed across his cheek when the stranger’s fist connected. The blow, as well as the suddenness of it, sent him reeling sideway, where he struggled to retain his footing. A hand quickly pressed against his cheek, while the other gripped the canister tightly. The craving buzzed dully at the back his mind, coaxing him to invoke the blood high at the slightest hint of pain. However, he squashed the urge before it could even form, and focused on his assailant. 
 
“[color=cyan]W-What? I…[/color]”- He furrowed his brow, body tensed, expecting the accusations to come paired with more violence -“[color=cyan]Who are you?[/color]” 

"[color=red]The 'monster' you attacked instead of what was attacking the others, dumbass.[/color]" Chris scowled, tempting to give him another hit but feeling as though that was all he needed he refrained from further violence, for now at least.

“[color=cyan]I didn’t…[/color]”- Realization set it then, and Sander swallowed his words. A flash of regret passed his features, but he broke eye contact there and then, staring at a spot at his feet instead –“[color=cyan]…I’m sorry.[/color]”- He managed weakly.  

Chris's composure lightened, He was expecting that the kid would take things the other way and a fight would break out but he seemed to understand his mistake. He'd sigh, "[color=red]Whatever. Next time just avoid punching the dragon that fighting the monsters.[/color]" Chris would cross his arms again.

Sander remained silent at that. He knew himself, and he didn’t want to make a promise he couldn’t keep.

"[color=red]We're not friends, but we're not enemies either.[/color]" Chris stated before walking away, heading to class without another word.

Sander looked at the stranger’s retreating back, a puzzled look on his face as he tried to decipher what the white-haired boy truly meant. A faint taste of copper lingered in his mouth, but it elicited neither fire nor rage, just dull pain. He pressed fingers to the tender patch on his cheek, though they came back clean. Nothing too serious then. Waiting a few moment for the ache to subside and the tabasco scent to fade, he turned, heading back to the classroom with a sombre look on his face. 
 
[i]It could have been different. They could have lived.[/i]