He didn’t respond at first, instead he was too much in a state of shock that the student even responded to him that he couldn’t think of what to say next. Instead he stared at the red haired young man and wondered if he came from somewhere else. Was the red hair natural? He wondered. How about the green eyes? He wasn’t sure. He also felt his hands becoming sweaty wrapped around the handle of the stapler. 

Treasurer? Him? His intentions were misunderstood. He should be focusing on his studies and going to college, the things his parents told him were his main focus. He didn’t see that as either a bad or good thing, they just wanted a good future for him. And this Trading Card Game Club? This was just a distraction. It was not school related.

“No..I..uh,” he tried to speak up a little louder, “Was trying to return someone’s deck.”

He was feeling really uncomfortable drawing this much attention on himself. His chest constricting he really just wanted this to be done and over with.

[@HeroicSociopath]