“He means well. As i said he can look a little over-excited and euhm…maybe a bit quick to say what’s on his mind. But he’s no bully.” He said. But he wasn’t really sure about it. He only knew the guy for a day.

Then she asked if he was hurt. David held his arm in front of him, looking as how the tips of his fingers finally turned from black to their normal color. [i]Am I okay? This has never happened before. Maybe I should go to the infirmary. But what if it’s nothing? I mean, with the fighting and stuff the place is probably filling up with people much more in need of help. Maybe I’ll jump in over a few days. [/i] he knew it was an excuse he told himself. He would never go to the infirmary. Never the less he looked rather puzzled at his arm. But then lowered it again and smiled at Jeanne. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.

But his self-confidence began to ebb away. He was already an Adrenaline Addict. His body had formed itself to that in the past few years. That meant that even with the littlest bits of excitement his body began to make the stuff. The advantages were often that he didn’t think about self-esteem or stuff like that for a moment. The drawback was that that effect vanishes over time. And that was what happening now. “I-I’m sorry.” He then said. He was getting it all together and realized to who he was talking. He wasn’t really used to talk to girls. “C-Can I ask you a question.” He managed to say. [i]At least you’re not saying stupid stuff as this morning…YET.[/i] he thought.