nazfarhi·!
“i don’t think he…wants a lot of friends? and neither do i, honestly.” it’s more that naz wants attention, hence creating the group chat in the first place. “i also feel like he doesn’t really wanna be a spy but i guess that’s rude. do you know what specialization he’s gonna do?” she figures, since they’re roommates and briar is older, maybe they’ve discussed it. she sputters out a laugh and bends over from laughing so hard. “uh…okay, i’m not normal. and why would i want to be?!” god, naz can’t stand boring people. “i guess, but doesn’t it mean we’d be apart? why else would you give someone a photo?”
“oh?” eyebrows furrow, slightly confused as to someone wouldn’t want a lot of friends. briar is always known to be popular, so to speak - always got someone messaging her, in her corner. “not that i can remember.” and it makes her feel quite bad about it, considering how deeply she cares for him ----- but they’re very much not always talking about school, anyways, so it’s no surprise. “i think normal is subjective, anyways,” it’s good than naz wants to be an individual. briar isn’t sure the kid could blend into the crowd if she wanted to ---- she just has that personality of a stand out. “not sure, but people have tons of weird reasons to do shit.”













