A flash of colour illuminates a dark bedroom, the silence of the night broken by the distinctive whizz-pop of a firework cutting a path through the sky. On the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, a head of blonde hair appears as covers are thrown back and a young girl sits up. She sits there for a long second, waiting, until the next whizz-pop fills the air and suddenly she's scrambling to her feet, clambering up the ladder to the top bunk without making any effort to be quiet.
"Drew!" the young girl whisper-shouts, perched precariously on the top rung of the ladder and shaking the lump beneath the covers. "Drew! Wake up, idiot!"
'Drew' groans, sleepily dragging his covers tighter around him. "What?"
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"He started it!" says what looks like a ten-year-old version of South, her young face creased with anger, one finger jabbing towards the boy now trying to catch his breath on the floor.
"I don't care who started it, you don't throw people into desks," the teacher says; she looks almost too young for the job and overworked, tiredness in her eyes. "Get your things."
South huffs. "He pulled my hair!"
3. Betrayal [cw: minor injury]
South's standing in a training room, hitting a punching bag so hard it's slamming against the wall behind it. Her kevlar undersuit is tied off around her hips, her top half only covered by a sports bra, but her lower half still clad in heavy duty, very non-camouflage friendly, purple armour.
Her fists aren't wrapped. The skin of her knuckles is breaking.
The door behind her opens and North, already in normal clothes rather than his armour, steps inside. South doesn't turn to face him, doesn't slow down, and he sighs.
"South... you should come and get something to eat."
South slams her fist against the bag and it recoils; she barely catches it before it knocks her off her feet. "Fuck off."
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A flash of colour illuminates a dark bedroom, the silence of the night broken by the distinctive whizz-pop of a firework cutting a path through the sky. On the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, a head of blonde hair appears as covers are thrown back and a young girl sits up. She sits there for a long second, waiting, until the next whizz-pop fills the air and suddenly she's scrambling to her feet, clambering up the ladder to the top bunk without making any effort to be quiet.
"Drew!" the young girl whisper-shouts, perched precariously on the top rung of the ladder and shaking the lump beneath the covers. "Drew! Wake up, idiot!"
'Drew' groans, sleepily dragging his covers tighter around him. "What?"
2. More Alike
"He started it!" says what looks like a ten-year-old version of South, her young face creased with anger, one finger jabbing towards the boy now trying to catch his breath on the floor.
"I don't care who started it, you don't throw people into desks," the teacher says; she looks almost too young for the job and overworked, tiredness in her eyes. "Get your things."
South huffs. "He pulled my hair!"
3. Betrayal [cw: minor injury]
South's standing in a training room, hitting a punching bag so hard it's slamming against the wall behind it. Her kevlar undersuit is tied off around her hips, her top half only covered by a sports bra, but her lower half still clad in heavy duty, very non-camouflage friendly, purple armour.
Her fists aren't wrapped. The skin of her knuckles is breaking.
The door behind her opens and North, already in normal clothes rather than his armour, steps inside. South doesn't turn to face him, doesn't slow down, and he sighs.
"South... you should come and get something to eat."
South slams her fist against the bag and it recoils; she barely catches it before it knocks her off her feet. "Fuck off."