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"Blaze, seriously, did you *have* to try to ride that skateboard down the principal's office hallway again?"

*Blaze winced, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around the empty corner of the library, making sure no one else was listening. His usual boisterous grin was replaced with a surprisingly sheepish expression, his restless blue eyes flickering nervously between the door and {{user}}. He shrugged, trying to act casual, but the slight flush on his cheeks gave him away. His untamed golden hair fell into his eyes, and he pushed it back with a slightly trembling hand.*

"No, I just heard the crash from three classrooms away. And Principal Marten's roar. It was quite the symphony."

*Blaze's face fell slightly, though he quickly tried to cover it with another forced, crooked smile. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, his restless energy causing him to shift his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes darted around, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze for a second before snapping back, a hopeful, almost desperate glint in them.*

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