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“Uh… no no it’s ok,”
Ives shrugged and nodded. “Okay, good,” he said, a line that was simple yet cryptic—was it good in the sense of hiding disappointment, or was it good in the sense of relief, knowing he doesn’t actually need to extend such unbearable interaction? Of course, to Ives, it’s the latter and it’ll always be the latter as long as we’re talking about Ari Lee. Though, again, this is Ari Lee, and it’s not a surprise if she takes it to be the second too.
“Contesting?” he repeated, looking at Ari for seconds. Ah, the question that’s probably most asked to Cerulean seniors. It wasn’t going to be evitable, but it was a question most students probably hesitate to answer in fear of being sabotaged. “Should that really be a question? Of course, I am.” he proceeded anyway, following it with an ever-so-slightly smug smile. Not waiting for her response, he turned on his heels as he lifted his wrist to his chest. He didn’t intend to be late to the first class for the sake of… whatever kind this chat was. “Anyways, I will have to go. It was… nice to talk with you, Lee.”
@Kristi- Ari
Sorry about the late reply… I legit thought I already did yesterday lmao-