"I still have to do my homework, later."
She dropped her imaginary bat and stood up again till she was at her normal height again.
"Though I won't need to take the whole day for that."
Scarlett wondered why Irene asked her that. Maybe she wants to hang out later?
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"Oooh, okay." Irene nodded. The 'home' part of homework wasn't something Irene was acquainted with. When she got an assignment in class it was normally done before the bell rung. Except when the teacher waited until the very end of class for the dramatic reveal. Irene hated it when they did that. She lingered in Scarlett's airspace a moment longer than was necessary before finally drawing away, nearly crashing into one of the overly many clothing racks surrounding and suffering a few minor jellyfish stings over her exposed arms from static.
"I was just curious." That was about it. Ulterior motives and Irene were about as miscible as oil and water. If she'd wanted to hang out, she'd have just outright asked it. Only now did the idea actually occur to her:
"But do you wanna hang, maybe? Before you go back and do that HW and stuffs, we can do the lunch date even if the yung Miss Moore won't be making a guest appearance."
"I was just curious." That was about it. Ulterior motives and Irene were about as miscible as oil and water. If she'd wanted to hang out, she'd have just outright asked it. Only now did the idea actually occur to her:
"But do you wanna hang, maybe? Before you go back and do that HW and stuffs, we can do the lunch date even if the yung Miss Moore won't be making a guest appearance."
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Scarlett had to think. What would speak against that? Nothing.
"Sure!", she said. "Where do you wanna go lunch?"
Kingman had lots of places where they could eat. Like, they could eat pizza. Or go to Cheryl's. Or to Diamondback. There are other places, too. Hopefully Irene decides, so she wouldn't have to. Homework can wait.
"Sure!", she said. "Where do you wanna go lunch?"
Kingman had lots of places where they could eat. Like, they could eat pizza. Or go to Cheryl's. Or to Diamondback. There are other places, too. Hopefully Irene decides, so she wouldn't have to. Homework can wait.
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"Hit up Alvaro's diner maybe? You can watch us beat up on one another... In chess, I mean. Not IRL. Well, it is technically IRL- the chess- but you know what I mean. Just follow me. On a magical journey." On that not-especially clear note Irene beckoned for Scarlett, behind her back as she was already well on the move. Still didn't know why she'd come, but she did at least knew why she was leaving.
((Irene Djezari continued in Airline Food))
((Irene Djezari continued in Airline Food))
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"Sounds good", Scarlett said before following Irene. Scarlett had to giggle at the magical journey part.
Oh, she remembered that she wanted the jeans when she left the store. Whatever, they can wait.
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Oh, she remembered that she wanted the jeans when she left the store. Whatever, they can wait.
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