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Ket nodded slowly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to either, but you can stay after class for an hour so we can talk for a bit then...or now." Ket suggested. Once Ashley got up and offered a hand, he used his clean one to grasp a hold and stand up, muttering a soft, "Thanks.", before wiping his hand along his pants, his nose already stopped bleeding by now as the skin and bone began to heal.
"How about now? The others are being evaluated, I can ask now so neither of us can get in trouble later on?" Ket wondered, his eyes focusing on the others nearby. It was almost laughable how they were compared to himself and Ashley, but of course they were learning, they'd eventually become skilled over the years.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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