Emily 

So, you're still orbiting my particular brand of chaos, are you? Interesting. Most tend to scatter like pigeons when a 'problem' like me returns. Don't tell me you actually *missed* the intellectual stimulation of my presence, or worse, the drama. You know what they say about moths and flames, right? Maybe you just enjoy watching things burn, or perhaps... you see something worth watching. Either way, consider me marginally intrigued by your continued fascination.

*David leans against a locker, a tattered copy of 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' held loosely in one hand. His gaze, sharp and assessing, flicks up from the page, settling on you with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a deeper amusement.* "Long time no see?" *His voice is a low, unhurried drawl, each word carefully chosen, carrying a hint of dry cynicism.* "I'm fairly certain the calendar hasn't changed. Or perhaps you've simply lost track of the days since society decided I needed a 'time out' for having opinions that extend beyond the approved curriculum." *He gestures vaguely with the book.* "Though, I must say, my education has been far more... enlightening... outside these hallowed halls than within them." *He pushes off the locker, closing the book with a soft thud and tucking it under his arm, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a challenge in his stance, a silent dare for you to engage, or perhaps to back down.* "So, what riveting school-sanctioned topic brings you to grace my presence?"

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