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	Bart's immediate thought were to determine whether or not he missed this fire and gasoline-like relationship that he had with this... [i]woman[/i]. The awful tonality of the vocal chords that vibrated awkwardly-deep, barely even masculine voice which yapped like koi fishes hurt his ears to a point where he almost had to cover them to avoid being deafened. This indeed was some siren -- except awfully risible and unsightly to behold. Another observation which he took note of was the ridiculous school uniform that someone like [i]her[/i] would be dying to remove. Such buttoned, white and long sleeved shirt and the wooly maroon jacket over her and the perfectly insulting [i]skirt[/i], calf-high socks and heeled leathers. [color=fff200]"Hahaha! That uniform suits you well! I thought it'd be rags by now!"[/color] Bart laughed incessantly whilst his arms covered over his stomach in an attempt to 'contain' whatever air he inhaled and slapped his knee with one hand that promptly allowed him to relax and cease his laughter.
	His hand quickly groomed the somewhat tidied hair from the laughter and crossed his arms with a snarky look at Ryan. Then nothing. Absolute silence. The voices of other students gleefully chattering in the background... The gentle soft whistling wind and footsteps filled the silence between them. Bart is indubitably appalled. What had happened to the fiery tempered 'girl' that he used to know? Had live by happenstance changed the way she behaved somewhat? He'd expected full blowback from Ryan than just;
	[color=85afd1]"Now, w-wa-w..."[/color]
	It didn't feel right. He instinctively reached for the non-existent glasses that didn't hang from his ears, indicating clear curiosity on the matter until he realised Ryan's unfocused and seemingly quizzical pupils were adjusting to the reflection that is beyond him. Somebody was approaching. What kind of person would have such an incredible effect that it could stun the woman hitler? A school bully? Some kind of hired killer? Maybe... Just maybe... It could be [i][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4026579]that[/url][/i] horrific thing. Her immediate response does not seem to imply danger... She seems... Relaxed in a way.
	[color=afd2d5]"Speedy Kicks,"[/color]
	It was a foreign voice. He felt the firm grip of a clearly masculine hand clutching his lean shoulder shadowing his profile immensely. Now, he was stunned. Who the heck's behind him? How come he has heard of his new nickname? Why did he stop by the two of them?
	[color=afd2d5]"You two know each other?"[/color]
	The question wasn't directed at him. It sounded dejected and off-mark if he did. His sights focused upon the now docile and enthralled Ryan who gave a cutesy nod while he could see her lips tongue-tied and dry. Too intimate for it to be a sibling. 
	[color=afd2d5]"That's awesome, well, you two should come eat with me and the guys."[/color]
	Bart hadn't said a single word in this exchange. He turned behind him to finally reveal the voice that had been speaking this entire time... Recognising the tall guy as [i]the guy he accidentally bopped on the head[/i].
	[color=85afd1]"S-sure, Brandon."[/color] [url=https://youtu.be/R_aUMMcTEu4]Ww-chh![/url] A tame tone for sure! He removed a pen from his shirt pocket and began noting down on his hand with the heading; 'Moments that embarrass Ryan' and began describing their encounter. He felt the grip slip away by a moment's notice and tucked away the pen back onto his pocket as he saw the guy named Brandon leave.
	[color=afd2d5]"We'll be by the Rugby Field,"[/color] He allowed Brandon to leave them until he was a fair distance away before Bart's posture leaned slightly forward... Head inflated as he showed a clownish wide grin with eyelids closing halfway indicating slyness and clarity. He [i]knew[/i] what was going on in that head of hers. Ryan began to speak but Bart interrupted her speech by annoyingly smiling.
	[color=fff200]"Come on... Really? [i][b]S-sure, Brandon[/b]![/i]"[/color] He parroted, whilst maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes.
	[color=fff200]"Since when did you melt to an emotional pile of goop?"[/color] He adjusted the grip on his bag, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes, his back slightly slouched and his pace was slightly offbeat.
	[color=fff200]"Well what are you waiting for? Lets spend some time with Brandon's friends. Or... Would you perhaps want some [i]privacy[/i] and go there on your own? Maybe his friends is busy playing Rugby! Wouldn't [b][i]that[/i][/b] be fun?"[/color] He taunted, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes. [url=https://m.popkey.co/5ea853/w64WN.gif]This time his eyebrows is wiggling.[/url] This kept going on and on until they finally made full pace and made their way to the Rugby Field where Brandon was and quickly set his bag down where the other students had piled them and brought a set of lunch box by his hands as they gathered and sat on the bare grass field and popped the lid open to reveal a neatly prepared steak roll with fragrant barbecue sauce and caramelised onion. He waited until Brandon and Ryan was ready to settle down before eating.
	[color=fff200]"Whath yof goys habin foh lanch?"[/color] Bart's mouth is full of food he is chewing.