Distoretions Random Musings

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Eyes lighting up with an idea, he pointed to one of the upcoming events on his schedule. It had little stars and smiley faces doodled around it, his clumsy writing managing to spell out SCHOOL FESTIVAL AND OPEN HOUSE!!! in all caps.

After thinking about it a while, he gave up, shrugged, and made a ‘follow me’ motion before tapping on the OPEN HOUSE event to say that Rahim should come anyway.

No really. Send one. Or two. Or three. Whatever.

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At the mention of his dad, Tyler sighed and looked out the window. "Yeah. We definitely don't see eye to eye." Returning his attention to Dis, he offered a sad smile. "Not that I'm a criminal or anything, but uh, he's still as much of a hard-ass as you would expect from a cop as a dad."

“I can imagine… it’s not helpful in general, and it’s not the kind of affection you’re looking for from a parent.” Dis said, then winced at herself and added more softly. “Sorry, it’s not my place to say that, is it? I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”

“Well, even if you don’t you at least must have heard people complaining about how we’re stuck on campus lockdown.” Dis continued, crossing her arms as she glanced towards the high wrought iron fence pinning them in. “The reason no one’s allowed out is someone reported seeing Tyler Galpin in town a few days ago. So, given what happened last semester and the one before that, you shouldn’t be trying to sneak out right now. You’ll get in major trouble.”

"Alright, fine. Why are you trying to sneak out then?" he asked, still playing the part of an annoyed student. "If you turn me in, I could turn you in just as easily. You're not supposed to be out here either."

The next instant, she turned on her heel and ran.

“Hm, tell ya what: I’m busy now, but if yer old enough to buy me a drink sometime how ‘bout we do that?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees as he grinned crookedly at her. “I can give ya my cell number t’ arrange all the details.”

Reaching into her little butterfly purse, she pulled her phone out and brought up her contacts to add him in. Figuring it would be easier for him to type it all in, she trusted Tor blindly and quickly got up to sit on the side of the bus he was on, scooting in next to him and handing her phone off to him. "Do you want me to put my number in your phone too?" she asked. "That way you know it's me when I call?"

“Sure thing, Sweets,” He said, accepting the phone and punching his number in before digging his own out of his pocket. It was a burner rather than a smartphone, so he took a moment to set it up to take a new contract before giving it to her along with her own phone. “What caller ID should I be on the lookout for? I put my number under ‘Tor’, by the way.”