Roger was considering backing off. The girl’s body language seemed to suggest she was uncomfortable. He watched as she started to sign towards him. He turned around, reaching for his backpack hanging from the back of the seat.

“Here.” He said, handing her the notebook he’d been using and a pen. “I don’t speak sign language, but I can read.” Then Bethany approached. He was glad he was suddenly so popular, though the demonic possession was a little off putting.

“Do I look like a Shelly?” He smirked, then inclined his head to the purple haired girl. “Shelly?” He asked her.

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