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Andi glanced beside her to see who had sat there and smiled brightly seeing Durly. She quickly finished up her conversation with the boy which he waved a bye before getting up and heading to another table. She faced Durly still with a smile on her face "So did you get in trouble?" She asked with a small amused tone to her voice
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Martin finished his tiny meal and looked at Tyler. A look of worry crossed his face as he saw the boy was getting... thin. Well, Martin was VERY thin, lean, and slim, so Tyler would probably never get as thin as he was ... but for Tyler's size he was still thin. Martin pushed those thoughts out of his mind and stood, ready to go pester the boy. He was good at that. He walked over and grabbed a hold of Tyler's arm, starting to pull. Martin could easily just tug the boy up... -Holy crap, maybe not. Either I've aged 40 years or he is not as thin as I thought he was- Martin thought with an amused grin. "Come on, up it and eat." Martin ordered - Tyler opened his eyes as he felt a harsh tug on his arm. "Go. Away." He muttered, not caring who it was. When he cracked an eye and saw glittering icy eyes and a grin that looked like it was supposed to belong to a carefree teenager. -Martin- he thought with a slight sigh, opening his black eyes the rest of the way. "I can't *up it* because I have absolutely no idea what that means, and I also can't do that because my leg is burned to a crisp and mangled like a chewed up dog toy." Tyler said sourly, his voice holding no amusmement or happiness like it usually did. His eyes never glittered anymore, and he really didn't have much hope.
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Martin stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. "I am your head master. You have to listen." He commanded with a flat tone, though his eyes were twinkling like crazy. - Tyler glared at Martin. Of course he had to resort to direct orders. He finally pushed off of the wall with a grimace, his face twisting in pain. "Happy?" Tyler asked with a breath of hot air, leaning heavily on the table for a moment. He finally let out a sort of growl at Martin before limping over to the table of food and gathering up a little. Tyler then went back and sat back down with a wince, his bushy black eyebrows drawn together.
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After the day of school, she looked around and found Tyler. And Martin. She still didn't know what to make of him, he was funny, sometimes, he felt dangerous, and something else was mixed in... "Hey Tyler!" she called to him. He was the only person who she had actually said hi to. The only person she knew here. Plus, he looked quite cool. Burned leg and all!
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I don't think anyone has ever said Tyler looked *cool*... especially in this rp XD.)) - Tyler glanced up as he heard a female voice. -Oh yeah... her- He thought, jogging his memory. "... hi." Tyler said slowly, not really sure how to respond. Had anyone ever been that friendly with him? Naw, Martin just teased him, the man never sounded like that.
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(it's all in the character...) "I think I agree with Martin. You need to eat! But, seriously, I know where you can get better food than this, what-cha-mi-call-it, umm, gross school food!" she told Tyler eagerly. She was happy to share a secret with him. She could cook. And she was good. "I have some really good lamb and rice, and maybe a pumpkin pie, in my dorm." she whispered. Isabella surprised herself at how easily she shared this information. She wouldn't even tell her last boyfriend where she got that food.
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Tyler kept emotions off his face, but he was mostly confused at this... outburst. Why did the girl care anyway, for one. For two the school food wasn't gross, he just felt way too tired to eat it. Tyler had adapted to eat literally anything. "Ooookaayyy..." Tyler said, his voice slightly hesitant as he looked for words. "I think I'll just eat this for now... but thank you for your offer. I might have to take you up on that sometime." Tyler said carefully, knowing he was probably never going to do that for a couple reasons. He just didn't want to say anything to offend the girl, because at the moment he just wanted to groan and pass out. - Martin glanced over. This really was surprising, the new girl already fawning over Tyler? Martin smirked at this thought, looking at the obviously confused boy. "Well since you are totally going to eat the gross school food, ima just leave." Martin gave a little wave before walking back to the table, sitting down to observe everyone
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"Bye Martin." she sighed. He really wasn't her favourite, and she knew what he was thinking. No. She definitely didn't like Tyler that way. Bella wasn't falling for anyone very easily after her last boyfriend slept with her sister. On the day he proposed to her. They had been together for 5 years, ever since she was 11.
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Okay, that was disturbing. The way Martin looked at the girl, Tyler knew what he was thinking. -No, no, no and no. Never, nada, big super fat goose egg MARTIN- Tyler mentally scolded the man. "Excuse me for a moment." Tyler said, his voice a little lower than normal. Yes walking hurt but he was doing it now. This definetely called for it. Tyler stalked out the other way, not wanting to offend the girl... but he couldn't really talk right now. His brain was dying as it was, and what Martin was so obviously thinking didn't help. Tyler leaned up against the wall outside, letting out a frustrated huff
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Bella walked over to her dragon's stall and pulled him out of the stall happily. Trucker was very happy to get out. Secretly, as she wasn't sure if she was allowed or not, she got on him and flew over the island. She half laid down and asked the dragon what he wanted for dessert, pumpkin pie or apple sauce. "Apple sauce! Why do you even ask about pumpkin pie! Only fools like that!" Trucker scorned. "You know that I like pumpkin pie?" she reminded the dragon, and he knew what she was getting at. "Only so I get my dessert, except you..." he sighed. "I'll take it!" she decided, getting a complement out of her dragon was hard. He was sarcastic, sometimes, very up tight, and he hated telling people that they were good at something.
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