[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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[ordimame]

[falling silent as he looks around the room, gaze narrowing]

[. . .]

. . . I think it's time to make our own bandages.

[and he starts unbuttoning his track suit jacket]

Can I see where you were hurt again?

[rugpull]

[looks ready to protest

then deflates. holds out bloodied hands]

And m'right arm and left leg and cut into m'back a lil'...

[ordimame]

[yeh!!]

[the track suit jacket is made of stronger stuff than the white undershirt so he is just casually gonna. tug off that t-shirt, slip his jacket back on, and start ripping into the cheap, flimsy cotton]

[. . .]

[he works in silence for the most part, though eventually--]

. . . I'm sorry, by the way.

[rugpull]

About not believin' spooky shit...?

1/2

[ordimame]

[IMMEDIATELY]

I'm not sorry at all for that one.

[ordimame]

[starts wrapping a few smaller strips of cloth around hyena's injured hands]

For not preventing that-- thing from getting inside.

[rugpull]

...no one coulda done it. But it feels better t'pretend we had a say. Cuz then if there's a next time we could do better.

[ordimame]

[nnngh. . . he wants to say that there won't be a next time, but. . . even if they're free of that horrific classroom, there's still. . .]

[. . .]

. . . you're pretty tough, aren't you?

[rugpull]

I come from rough circumstances...

[ordimame]

I kind of gathered that.

[finished with the hands, now it's time to push up a sleeve to start bandaging the cut there]

But if you're still that optimistic about next time, then. . .! I will be, too.

[a firm nod]

We'll do better.

[rugpull]

...m'hungry as fuck I shoulda ate the spiders.

[ordimame]

[. . . NO!!]

What if they were poisonous??

[rugpull]

They weren't.

[ordimame]

[he'd ask how Mocha knows but he gets the feeling it has something to do with his upbringing, so. . .]

When I'm done here, we can take a look around. Find ourselves a vending machine. . . or maybe a cafeteria?

[a beat]

But if we're really lucky, we'll find a whole pantry stocked with ingredients and a fully equipped kitchen! Then I could whip us up something pretty good.

[rugpull]

Donuts.

[ordimame]

Huh. . . I've never made donuts before, but I think I could manage? I'm more of a cook than a baker, though.

[rugpull]

I can make the donuts.

[ordimame]

[smiles]

Will you teach me?

[rugpull]

Sure. I'm handy in a kitchen.

Even the royal brat will eat my food.

[ordimame]

Is the royal brat your boss?

[rugpull]

Prince of m'country, head housewarden of m'school dorm...

Absolutely worthless man.

[ordimame]

Useless guys like that don't deserve to be picky about their meals.

[rugpull]

Rich people gonna be some sorta way.

Whatever the case, I can swing kitchen duty whenever.

[ordimame]

[RICH PEOPLE GONNA BE SOME SORTA WAY. . .]

I won't let you handle it alone.

. . . but! Before we get too carried away, we should make sure there is a kitchen first.

[rugpull]

Let me stress cook...