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Victor leaned back in his chair. drumming his fingertips impatiently against the polished tabletop. He'd already addressed all the Jujutsu participants within this time, except for that elusive boy. He looked up at the waiting faces, and smiled firmly but reassuringly.
"You may now return to your classes. Look after yourselves, for I want the best from all of you tomorrow. Give it your best. For the school." A pause and then that addictive smile. "And for me."
Some participants blushed faintly while others just gave goofy grins, and made their way out of the cafeteria. Victor smiled charmingly at a passing waitress, as he ordered a hotdog.
He was beginning to fear that Krisma wouldn't turn up, when he caught sight of the boy waiting at a distance. So he'd come on time? And been here all along? Why hadn't he approached Victor? Had he been waiting for the rest to leave? Anyway.
Victor saw the note the boy held defiantly in his hand, and frowned. Crooking his finger, he quietly summoned Krisma to the table.
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