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Oh no. Someone was approaching her. Think fast– Fake a hip injury! Wait, no, that would just draw more attention to herself. Uh.. Pretend to not speak English! No.. That wouldn’t work, she didn’t know any other languages. Maybe– Whoops. Too late.
Oh.. They just wanted directions. Okay. This was okay
“Oh, uh.. y-yeah, sure…” The school was pretty much a maze, literally and figuratively, so it was pretty easy to get lost if you didn’t know your way around.
“Room 172..T- that’s the art room, right? Down the hall, first door on the left.. I’m actually going there right now anyway.”
G offers his new ( as far as he was concerned anyway ) friend a charming smile as he begins to walk down the corridor, matching her stride. He was relieved that somebody was able to help him, &. equally excited by the prospect of being able to chat someone up while making his way to class. If there was one thing that he was known for, it was taking every chance to be a bit of a sleazebag flirt.
‶ Thanks for comin’ to my rescue, don’t know what I would’ve done without your help. Looks like we have the same class too, eh ? Isn’t that exciting ? ‶ He gives her a small coy wink, chuckling to himself. Fuckboy. ‶ The name’s Gwon, by the by, but most people call me G. How ‘bout you, pretty girl like yourself probably has an equally pretty name, yeah ? ‶















