He's done this so many times, but every time he starts anew he always feels...anxious. Like somehow Edward won't be there, even though he's done this so many, many times. So when Edward is there, it's a relief. And Oswald can't help but feel happy because of it, watching Edward fiddle with his phone in the back of the class, flipping open his own diary to read what he's doing, just for fun.
He frowns, however, at the text there. Oh, so it's already starting, is it? Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later and it's really not that surprising that it's the former. Well. At least he's ready to go.]
[Edward, of course, isn't sure what to make of it. The prediction seems to be about a killer, but... it couldn't actually be predicting...
...No, definitely not. It's ridiculous. Even thinking that his phone was predicting the future at all is ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. Surely.
So, once school's out, he gathers his things and just sets out to leave. He's gotta get home in time, after all, or he'll just get in trouble. Walking right past Oswald without so much as a glance.]
[Well, before he can go down too far, there's a hand reaching out to grab his arm, keeping him from face planting, though he's still definitely bent over]
[He blinks as he's caught, not expecting the assist. It definitely prevents him from going down to the floor. He looks up a bit at
is that Oswald Cobblepot]
Oh. Um. T-Thanks...?
[It's a little nervous. Not just because he's very close -- the contact, even just to help him, immediately makes him tense up and want to get out of here -- but also because this is Oswald Cobblepot.
He knows the rumors. He's well aware of them. So this is a little nerve wracking.]
I am as well, yes. [there's a smile that curls the corners of his mouth, but it's...almost predatory] Why don't we walk home together, then? [and he'll push to his feet, gathering up his things]
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He's done this so many times, but every time he starts anew he always feels...anxious. Like somehow Edward won't be there, even though he's done this so many, many times. So when Edward is there, it's a relief. And Oswald can't help but feel happy because of it, watching Edward fiddle with his phone in the back of the class, flipping open his own diary to read what he's doing, just for fun.
He frowns, however, at the text there. Oh, so it's already starting, is it? Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later and it's really not that surprising that it's the former. Well. At least he's ready to go.]
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...No, definitely not. It's ridiculous. Even thinking that his phone was predicting the future at all is ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. Surely.
So, once school's out, he gathers his things and just sets out to leave. He's gotta get home in time, after all, or he'll just get in trouble. Walking right past Oswald without so much as a glance.]
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Careful there~
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[He blinks as he's caught, not expecting the assist. It definitely prevents him from going down to the floor. He looks up a bit at
is that Oswald Cobblepot]
Oh. Um. T-Thanks...?
[It's a little nervous. Not just because he's very close -- the contact, even just to help him, immediately makes him tense up and want to get out of here -- but also because this is Oswald Cobblepot.
He knows the rumors. He's well aware of them. So this is a little nerve wracking.]
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[He'll uh... just go ahead and reach down then. See if he can find that.]
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This one?
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...Sure. No problem.
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Oh, uh... are our places in the same direction...?
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...Do you even know where I live?
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He needs to get out of this.]
Ah, um... Well, actually, I should probably... run some errands first. So... maybe another time.
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It's just not really a good day for it, so, um...
[He's just going to... start moving past Oswald, carefully.]
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[hhhhh he just, speeds up a bit. and he remembers that prediction on his phone... it couldn't be...]
Like I said, I need to... go somewhere else, anyway, so it'll be out of the way--
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