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Diana eyed Michael, raising an eyebrow. She stopped for some reason. As crossed as she was, Michael's request had not been obtrusive nor as grating as the other perp so she addressed him directly."Time is money. Make it worth." Diana said, her gaze sizing the boy up and down, before announcing. "An offering of pancakes will do. Your treat. Surely you understand. I will answer questions as long as the treats are there." She added.
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The exchange student shuffled along the crowd, taking note of the crowd and their circumstanced. Hardly the only exchange student, it seemed. The figure flinched somewhat upon hearing the coarse beckonings of a girl her age, atop a fountain, making a display fit for heroes of stories. Except this was no tale, this was just school. There was also another second year student roped in all of this. A struggle ensued that the newcomer could not understand. This country was full of oddities. And it was hot. Warm. It also had a lot of sweets, far from the unforgiving land that was Yekaterina.
Still, there was no time to waste, and he shuffled to the side of the vanquished. "You alright, comrade?" He said in a delicate, girly voice as he reached out for the fallen student to help him get back to his feet. "Wind out of lungs. Hurt much?" He added as he tended his dainty little hand to Cassius. It would be no surprise he would be confused as a girl, as he had no choice but to wear the uniform designated for girls. Mitya was not a girl's name, but the shorthand of Dmitry. But Rheans know very little, so they had issued him a female uniform. With little time to correct himself and not wanting to break the uniform rules, Dmitry Olegovich Kalinin had crossdressed to come to school. That much was fine. He did not feel particularly ridiculous. He had been complimented in the Kalinin household for how he looked great in both boy and girl clothes. It would be fine as long as Physical education was not involved, Mitya thought.
"Exchange student feisty, Da. Long breaths. Name be Dmitry. Can call me Mitya. Yekaterinan." He said to Cassius as he helped back to his feet. "Could trouble you? Mitya lost. Mitya needs to fix uniform. Mitya short Dmitry. Not girl's name. Boy's." He said nonchalantly. There was another thing he needed to fix. The letter sat comfortably in his pocket. It was an introduction letter. Not to the school, but to a person of great importance. The Kalinin house had known that the aristocratic Valois-Saint-Remy family had a daughter at school. So Dmitry had to present himself to such esteemed blood. Maybe with a little of luck, he would get to serve someone, like he did in his homeland.
Diana eyed Michael, raising an eyebrow. She stopped for some reason. As crossed as she was, Michael's request had not been obtrusive nor as grating as the other perp so she addressed him directly."Time is money. Make it worth." Diana said, her gaze sizing the boy up and down, before announcing. "An offering of pancakes will do. Your treat. Surely you understand. I will answer questions as long as the treats are there." She added.
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The exchange student shuffled along the crowd, taking note of the crowd and their circumstanced. Hardly the only exchange student, it seemed. The figure flinched somewhat upon hearing the coarse beckonings of a girl her age, atop a fountain, making a display fit for heroes of stories. Except this was no tale, this was just school. There was also another second year student roped in all of this. A struggle ensued that the newcomer could not understand. This country was full of oddities. And it was hot. Warm. It also had a lot of sweets, far from the unforgiving land that was Yekaterina.
Still, there was no time to waste, and he shuffled to the side of the vanquished. "You alright, comrade?" He said in a delicate, girly voice as he reached out for the fallen student to help him get back to his feet. "Wind out of lungs. Hurt much?" He added as he tended his dainty little hand to Cassius. It would be no surprise he would be confused as a girl, as he had no choice but to wear the uniform designated for girls. Mitya was not a girl's name, but the shorthand of Dmitry. But Rheans know very little, so they had issued him a female uniform. With little time to correct himself and not wanting to break the uniform rules, Dmitry Olegovich Kalinin had crossdressed to come to school. That much was fine. He did not feel particularly ridiculous. He had been complimented in the Kalinin household for how he looked great in both boy and girl clothes. It would be fine as long as Physical education was not involved, Mitya thought.
"Exchange student feisty, Da. Long breaths. Name be Dmitry. Can call me Mitya. Yekaterinan." He said to Cassius as he helped back to his feet. "Could trouble you? Mitya lost. Mitya needs to fix uniform. Mitya short Dmitry. Not girl's name. Boy's." He said nonchalantly. There was another thing he needed to fix. The letter sat comfortably in his pocket. It was an introduction letter. Not to the school, but to a person of great importance. The Kalinin house had known that the aristocratic Valois-Saint-Remy family had a daughter at school. So Dmitry had to present himself to such esteemed blood. Maybe with a little of luck, he would get to serve someone, like he did in his homeland.
