"Thank you," Lance said as he took the seat offered. Feeling that Marcel would probably not want to make any further conversation, he rummaged around in his bag for a little bit before pulling out a scroll. Ah yes, he still read from scrolls. It was nothing like the electronic readers or the books or anything that most people had today, and Quinn had yet to teach him in the ways of books and e-readers. So, he was content with his scroll, where the Cho'sin language was written in many lessons that he carried to heart.
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Quinn grunted in response. "Sure, whatever. Later, maybe." with that, he kicked his bike into gear again and drove off towards the nearest fast-food joint. He leaped off it as soon as he parked it and walked in, practically shoving the door aside. A lot of people turned to look at him, and a good majority of them kinda shrunk in their seats. Good. The more people that feared him, the less likely he would wake up with a switchblade stuck in his chest.
"I'll take the usual," he said lazily to the cashier. After paying for his lunch, he walked out and picked a table next to some blonde kid, sitting down and waiting for his food.
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Lin bit her lip. All of this falling asleep in class was beginning to get expensive. Luckily, her parents were well off and she had a small fortune gifted to her from some relatives far away, she didn't know. Still though, there were better things to spend coppers on. Reluctantly, she took out her purse and carefully counted out the money, before taking Alex's notes. She furrowed her nose a little at the chicken scratch, but nonetheless, at least he was nicer about lending her notes than most people.
"Thanks, Alex! You're the best, you know that? Oh! Um… I don't know if you've noticed, but have you seen all the signs posted up around campus?"