cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
Mars stumbled forward and leaned himself against a wall as Lyra released her grip on his arm. This was odd. It was rare to see her so scared of someone. She was usually too bubbly to be bothered by most things like this. He didn't seem too scary, just a stuck up arrogant jerk, though spending long periods of time with someone like that would probably get on most peoples nerves. And what was up with this guy and filth? If he didn't know better Mars would think the guy was a germaphobe. He started feeling his blood raise in temperature again, his fist clenching. This time he was able to identify the feeling as anger, though it was another confusing feeling to him, as he usually didn't get angry over other peoples' business. Maybe going to the nurses by himself was a good idea. That way he could talk to Elsa and figure out exactly what was up with these feelings.
Relaxing, he turned to head in the direction of the infirmary. "Yeah, you should do that just in case. I should be able to make it in time, but you never know. I'm sorry." Running his right hand through his hair in slight frustration, he started off down the hallway, hugging the wall for support. He wanted to do something about her stepbrother, but at the moment there was nothing he could really do, as he didn't have enough intel. Making a move would be too risky and held a high chance of making things worse. However, that didn't mean he was just going to ignore Isaak, as that was why Mars had told Lyra he was sorry. He was going to be an overall nuisance to her stepbrother. If Mars could prove that there was no reason to be afraid of him by making jokes and not taking him seriously, then maybe Lyra wouldn't be so petrified. Of course, it may be impossible to help her, but if he didn't try then who exactly was he? Suddenly, he heard yet another unamiliar voice.
"I've seen worse filth mostly spiritual but never in multiple years of life and very hard times have I ever seen anybody as despicable and rude as you. If I were your relative or even your friend i'd have knocked those teeth down that throat of yours to teach you some manners!"
Mars rolled his eyes. Great. Another goody-two-shoes, and an impulsive one at that. From first impressions this kid was definitely not the type of person Mars liked. Jumping into other peoples business without context, acting seemingly on emotion alone. His actions seemed very illogical. Mars assumed people like Isaak didn't care for an insult like that, especially since it sounded like something a grandparent would say when scolding a child. When the kid apparently named Anthony extended his hand, Mars showed his bloody palm and kept moving. He didn't want another incident like his last roommate, so he used his red hand as an excuse to avoid contact of any kind.
Before turning the corner, Mars spoke over his shoulder. "I'll see if I can find some sanitizer or rubber gloves for Isaak so he doesn't need to worry about getting dirty from all this filth." He then went down the hall and broke sight from the two. Eh, could have been better, but it should be good enough for now. All he needed to do was treat Isaak like a joke and things should be fine. He didn't see a way at the moment that it could affect Lyra negatively, so even if things went wrong it would only effect himself. Smirking to himself, he made the long and slow trek to the infirmary.
Relaxing, he turned to head in the direction of the infirmary. "Yeah, you should do that just in case. I should be able to make it in time, but you never know. I'm sorry." Running his right hand through his hair in slight frustration, he started off down the hallway, hugging the wall for support. He wanted to do something about her stepbrother, but at the moment there was nothing he could really do, as he didn't have enough intel. Making a move would be too risky and held a high chance of making things worse. However, that didn't mean he was just going to ignore Isaak, as that was why Mars had told Lyra he was sorry. He was going to be an overall nuisance to her stepbrother. If Mars could prove that there was no reason to be afraid of him by making jokes and not taking him seriously, then maybe Lyra wouldn't be so petrified. Of course, it may be impossible to help her, but if he didn't try then who exactly was he? Suddenly, he heard yet another unamiliar voice.
"I've seen worse filth mostly spiritual but never in multiple years of life and very hard times have I ever seen anybody as despicable and rude as you. If I were your relative or even your friend i'd have knocked those teeth down that throat of yours to teach you some manners!"
Mars rolled his eyes. Great. Another goody-two-shoes, and an impulsive one at that. From first impressions this kid was definitely not the type of person Mars liked. Jumping into other peoples business without context, acting seemingly on emotion alone. His actions seemed very illogical. Mars assumed people like Isaak didn't care for an insult like that, especially since it sounded like something a grandparent would say when scolding a child. When the kid apparently named Anthony extended his hand, Mars showed his bloody palm and kept moving. He didn't want another incident like his last roommate, so he used his red hand as an excuse to avoid contact of any kind.
Before turning the corner, Mars spoke over his shoulder. "I'll see if I can find some sanitizer or rubber gloves for Isaak so he doesn't need to worry about getting dirty from all this filth." He then went down the hall and broke sight from the two. Eh, could have been better, but it should be good enough for now. All he needed to do was treat Isaak like a joke and things should be fine. He didn't see a way at the moment that it could affect Lyra negatively, so even if things went wrong it would only effect himself. Smirking to himself, he made the long and slow trek to the infirmary.
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