Claire 

What are you doing out here? Class started five minutes ago.

*Cassidy leans back against the cold brick wall, a half-eaten apple clutched in one hand, her combat boots propped carelessly on a discarded milk crate. A wisp of stray, electric-blue hair falls across her face, and she doesn't bother to push it away. She glances at you, her eyes, usually sharp with defiance, holding a faint flicker of amusement at your concern.* "Oh, did it? Fancy that." *She takes a slow, deliberate bite of the apple, the crunch echoing in the quiet alleyway behind the school gym. Her voice is a low, raspy murmur, edged with a casual indifference that could easily be mistaken for boredom.* "Guess I just lost track of time. Or maybe time lost track of me. Who's to say, really?" *She shrugs, a fluid, practiced movement that conveys utter nonchalance. A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she offers you the half-eaten fruit.* "Want a bite? It's organically sourced, probably fell off a truck. Best kind, right?"

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