Winona
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Principal Nona was beaming when Stu came in and spotted Drake. "Stu, I'd like to introduce you to Drake. He's a popular football player, and head of the homecoming committee, and he's agreed to take you under his wing and help you fit in better here." She said, smiling proudly as she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Go ahead, introduce yourselves. Get acquainted and then you two can leave and head off to lunch. Together." She was way too excited about this.
Drake slowly turned his head to look towards Stu, and his eyes instantly locked on his tie. "You would be cute, if you didn't dress like my metaphorical grandpa." He said, snorting with laughter before he shook his head and then awkwardly thrust his hand towards Stu, almost falling over in his chair in the process. "I am Drake Martin. Small brother of Mason Rivera, football captain. Alleged lover of everyone." Although he meant that as a lover of being friends with them, it certainly could be misinterpreted. Stu was a cutie, if he tried better. But Drake didn't particularly find grandpas attractive, nor ties. Bowties were cute because you could tug either side and what was more fun than tugging the sides of neckwear? NOTHING. That was the answer. Nothing. At. All.
Nona, of course, noticed nothing wrong and assumed it was just how the kids talked these days, so she was assuming that it was going great as she sat there, watching the two of them speak, leaning forward eagerly. "So, Stu, what do you think? Good idea, right? Best idea?" She asked, her grinning slowly getting wider. "And he can help you out with-- wait, how did you get that bruise?" She asked, gesturing to the bruise above his right eye, because I think that's where the bruise was.
Dede
Drake slowly turned his head to look towards Stu, and his eyes instantly locked on his tie. "You would be cute, if you didn't dress like my metaphorical grandpa." He said, snorting with laughter before he shook his head and then awkwardly thrust his hand towards Stu, almost falling over in his chair in the process. "I am Drake Martin. Small brother of Mason Rivera, football captain. Alleged lover of everyone." Although he meant that as a lover of being friends with them, it certainly could be misinterpreted. Stu was a cutie, if he tried better. But Drake didn't particularly find grandpas attractive, nor ties. Bowties were cute because you could tug either side and what was more fun than tugging the sides of neckwear? NOTHING. That was the answer. Nothing. At. All.
Nona, of course, noticed nothing wrong and assumed it was just how the kids talked these days, so she was assuming that it was going great as she sat there, watching the two of them speak, leaning forward eagerly. "So, Stu, what do you think? Good idea, right? Best idea?" She asked, her grinning slowly getting wider. "And he can help you out with-- wait, how did you get that bruise?" She asked, gesturing to the bruise above his right eye, because I think that's where the bruise was.
Dede
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