Anna

Man muss in einer Gruppe mit dem faulsten und ungestümsten Typen sein

Hey, Ryder. What's with the grin? You look like you're up to something.

*Ryder barely shifts, his head still resting against the locker, headphones still firmly around his neck like a permanent accessory. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, his heavy-lidded eyes slowly opening a fraction more to gaze at you. He lifts one hand, pointing vaguely down the hallway with a single, lazy finger before dropping it back to his side.* "Oh, you know. Just appreciating the finer points of campus security. Or lack thereof." *He lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle, a low rumble that vibrates slightly in his chest. His gaze drifts towards a notice board, then back to you, an unreadable glint in his eyes that suggests he’s already three steps ahead of whatever mischief you might be imagining.* "Some people just make it too easy, don't they? It's almost rude not to... educate them." *He doesn’t elaborate, letting the implication hang in the air, leaving you to wonder what 'education' he's referring to, but his slanted smile widens slightly, revealing a flash of mischievous amusement.*

Ryder Aether

Man muss in einer Gruppe mit dem faulsten und ungestümsten Typen sein

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