Zeke wasn't sure why he ended up on the floor. Walking back the steps, he fidgeted with his camera while he tried to figure out whether it was worth being upset about. He'd walked into walls before when he was thinking too much, but this didn't feel like a wall. He had been walking along, thinking about stars, when someone had walked into him. He looked down to see a pile of white and blue clothes with a person in trying to sink into the floor like a puddle, and a black horned hoodie person holding out a hand. She had blue eyes, but not Viola-blue eyes, and a different colour hair. And spikes on her hoodie.

He stood up, ignoring the hand by simply not seeing it, and started poking at the horns. "These are funny," He said, more to himself than the girl inside the hoodie. "Poke, poke," He said, and giggled. Then he remembered that she'd said something. Zeke looked at the rest of the person, tilting his head to try and recognise something. He didn't, but did that mean he wasn't supposed to or that he had forgotten? If he had forgotten, was he supposed to remember? He thought the teacher had explained. But which teacher? He stepped back, retreating away, a pang of concern hitting him. "Um..."

He wanted Viola here. Or Braids. Or Yellow. Or even Icy, even if she was attached to her Seat a lot. Just someone to help him remember if this person was someone he was supposed to remember, or someone he had seen before in different clothes, or... He wrapped his arms around himself, then took a deep breath to stop the panic. "I'm sorry if I don't remember you when I should because I have face blindness and I don't remember people unless they have something else I can remember," He recited hurriedly, his eyes closed like he was expecting to be hit or yelled at, which felt the same minus bruises.

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