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PG-18 Love bleeds blue

Jester

Can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars?
(Dude, I'm sorry. Yes, the rp is still on)

"Lucky," Jone replied, grabbing his bag. "Come on, I'll walk you there. The teacher loves me."
 

Jester

Can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars?
"Yeah. You'd be surprised. All it takes is to ask about their day. Nobody really talks to them. Most of them are depressed as fuck."
 

Jester

Can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars?
Jone squeezed back with a grin as they walked the halls, only letting go when they reached her class. Crim was waiting there too, for some reason. "I have the same class," Jone's friend exclaimed happily.
 

Jester

Can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars?
Crim shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "To be honest, he was just experimenting. I didn't mind it. I got a good bang out of it, ya know? But nope, he's completely straight, unfortunately."
 

Jester

Can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars?
Crimson pulled an old, scribbled over script from his bag and a red pen. "Here," he said. "You might wanna copy down everything I wrote in green on mine. It's just general stage directions which everyone needs to have memorized. Or the teacher will freak. You know her kind..."
 
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