What are we chosen for?

“Bored, all in all. There’s not much to do, and everyone’s disappeared recently. Even Jack’s busy on a mission.”

An eyebrow raised as she reflects upon her words, Deuce let out a sigh before shifting her weight back to her right, returning Seven the attention she deserved before she was sidetracked any further.

"You'd think with the holidays going on, everyone would be around." A subtle shrug of the student's shoulder followed the statement, "Guess I'm wrong."

Elegant amethyst optics wandered to her side for a moment, attention slowly slipping away from the brunette before being seized once more by her question of her well-being.

Appendages sheathed in ebony gradually ascended to intertwine in front of her bosom, a corner of her rose brims tugging upward to present a small smile to the fellow classmate.

"Nice to meet you, Jack." His name had struck her memory, reminding her of a fellow Class Zero member.

Oh, hey there!