[b][color=firebrick]"Sign me the hell up for that,"[/color][/b] George said. [b][color=firebrick]"As long as it's not next period I'll be good."[/color][/b]

Next period was History class, one of his favorites which you wouldn't figure just by looking at him. He was found something fascinating in about pretty much every part of learning about history; learning about people, learning about dates relative to current times, olden day technology and culture, all that cool stuff.

[i][color=firebrick]Wait, I'm a fucking nerd... holy shit.[/color][/i]

That was a fresh realization. He'd always thought he was too bad at studying to be a nerd, but there was always time to become one when you were this young, it looked like. Apparently Díno wasn't a nerd because he was also athletic, and he also didn't seem to display a preference for a certain subject. The sticking point was probably the latter, actually, but Díno studied an awful lot more than he did.

A night mission sounded fun as hell. He could light some torches and blow stuff up, except that was probably going to damage the school so he probably couldn't blow stuff up. Still, the third floor was kind of big. He was assuming a few more people would be coming along by night-time, and the more people there were the safer it was probably going to be. Still, there could always be too many people but Aito seemed to be good at discretion so it would probably be fine in the end.

[b][color=firebrick]"You can keep the towel if you want to,"[/color][/b] George said to Vatalla, walking over to the door.

Vatalla reminded him a bunch of Díno sometimes. Mostly it was like they were both holding a grudge most of the time, except Díno did it more of the time, or all of the time, actually. It felt like Díno had a grudge against the whole world, which probably wasn't too far off. Vatalla didn't seem to have a grudge that big.

[b][color=firebrick]"Also I'm going to go pick up that crate after school,"[/color][/b] He said, poking his head back into the door to shoot a final message to Aito. [b][color=firebrick]"Don't let somebody pick it up and take it to storage again, took me forever to find it after last time."[/color][/b]

A few seconds after he walked out the door, a faint [i][color=firebrick]"Fuck!"[/color][/i] could be heard, followed by the sound of George slipping on Vatalla's water trail from the hallway. The next person to enter the club room would probably see a slightly disheveled George getting up to his feet and walking away.

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