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Flutter took the sketchbook easily, taking a glance at it before the bell had actually rung. She didn't understand art well- she wouldn't say if it was good or bad, mostly because to her, it was neither. Her instincts to focus on logic were a tad too strong- but she would notice things that weren't related to the artistic appeal, which she apparently began to manage, eyes darting to look at parts of the page. As she became drawn into the image, her brother sighed and pat her head, looking at Adrian. "This'll keep her busy for a while. I'll make sure she gives it back when she's done." He smiled, waving to the other two as they left.
When he was ready, he cleared his spot as well as his sister's, since she was too busy being absorbed by images to really do anything. When it was clean, he wiped some sweat off his brow as he heard Adrian say his own farewell. "See ya. Sis, snap out of it. We have a couple more classes. You can be enthralled during study hall or something." He tapped her head again, finally snapping her out of her daze. She put the book carefully into her bag for the time being, nodding and waving to Adrian gently.
"Take care...Have a good day." The mild words escaped her quickly in a breath, before she rushed after her brother who had started walking. "Wait up, Saya!"
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He sat tall in an executive's chair, glowering at the letter before him. The letterhead clearly said G.O.S.H., and the contents were written in a fashion that showed an evil intent and devastation all wrapped up in a professional bind of wording. His moderately muscular hand ran over the paper as he swiftly flung his arm to the side, throwing his glass into the wall and letting it smash into pieces onto his carpet. His red-brown eyes closed tightly as his wrinkles became more distinct, especially near his furrowed brows. His hair was dark, nearly black in color, and seemed to drape down to his mid-back- much longer than the norm for a male at his age. "What is this?"
"Report on the triplets," An figure responded. "They've escaped again. We're still finding their next hiding place."
"Well find it faster, damnit!" He stood and slammed his fists onto his desk, knocking over a photograph- which clearly showed Sayaku and Flutter, smiling together. "We need to catch those brats. They belong to us, and we're getting them back."
"Yes sir, Mr. Catane." The figure mused awkwardly, apparently a bit more fearful than anything else. As he scurried off, Razen sighed and looked towards an empty wall.
"It's on you soon, Lars. We need to get those brats back."
When he was ready, he cleared his spot as well as his sister's, since she was too busy being absorbed by images to really do anything. When it was clean, he wiped some sweat off his brow as he heard Adrian say his own farewell. "See ya. Sis, snap out of it. We have a couple more classes. You can be enthralled during study hall or something." He tapped her head again, finally snapping her out of her daze. She put the book carefully into her bag for the time being, nodding and waving to Adrian gently.
"Take care...Have a good day." The mild words escaped her quickly in a breath, before she rushed after her brother who had started walking. "Wait up, Saya!"
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He sat tall in an executive's chair, glowering at the letter before him. The letterhead clearly said G.O.S.H., and the contents were written in a fashion that showed an evil intent and devastation all wrapped up in a professional bind of wording. His moderately muscular hand ran over the paper as he swiftly flung his arm to the side, throwing his glass into the wall and letting it smash into pieces onto his carpet. His red-brown eyes closed tightly as his wrinkles became more distinct, especially near his furrowed brows. His hair was dark, nearly black in color, and seemed to drape down to his mid-back- much longer than the norm for a male at his age. "What is this?"
"Report on the triplets," An figure responded. "They've escaped again. We're still finding their next hiding place."
"Well find it faster, damnit!" He stood and slammed his fists onto his desk, knocking over a photograph- which clearly showed Sayaku and Flutter, smiling together. "We need to catch those brats. They belong to us, and we're getting them back."
"Yes sir, Mr. Catane." The figure mused awkwardly, apparently a bit more fearful than anything else. As he scurried off, Razen sighed and looked towards an empty wall.
"It's on you soon, Lars. We need to get those brats back."