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"hehehe, okay"

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"How young we all were!" Sebastian Vettel reacting to the 2008 video of the Grid singing Welcome to the Black Parade at ROC 2025.

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"...we have cars where we sit on the left, and others where we sit on the right, so that will be interesting" - Seb on the quirks of ROC Sydney

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SEBASTIAN VETTEL laughing during the presser for ROC SYDNEY.

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SEB² teasing each other during the presser for ROC SYDNEY.

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A Personal Problem: Chapter 2

The table fell into an awkward silence. All of them stared at Sherlock wordlessly, as the boy looked back at each of them in turn, completely oblivious to how creepy what he had just said sounded. By the grace of God, the boy with the embarrassing sweater cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair before speaking up.

"I'm John. John Watson."

John nodded and continued. "I want to be a doctor when I'm older."

The blonde boy, who had remained silent along with Jim for the extent of the exercise, rolled his eyes and tilted his chair back slightly. Sherlock nodded, a kind of 'I knew it' nod, but remained silent as the boy who had interrupted John spoke.

"I'm Lestrade and-" Blonde boy snorted. "I'm Greg. And I-"

It was Sherlock's turn to interject. "Have a poorly concealed infatuation with the head of the student government." he said simply, not batting an eye as he said it. John's mouth gaped and he looked from Sherlock looked from Greg to Sherlock, and Jim was just dumbfounded by the sheer cockiness of Sherlock.

It was the silent boy's turn to speak. He put his chair down correctly, slouching into it to compensate and running his fingers through his overgrown hair. "I'm Sebastian." he said flatly. "And I'm going to join the army."

It was the first time since the five had met that there wasn't any kind of tense silence. Greg just nodded, Sherlock sighing and tapping his fingers on the desk as John smiled, opening his mouth to speak, but being interrupted by Jim.

"Why?" He asked, intrigued by the boy who seemed to be everything but responsible and capable of leadership wanting to join something so disciplined and uniform.

Sebastian looked directly at Jim, looking vaguely shocked, but covering it quickly with his evidently default expresion of indifference. He was about to answer when the teacher interrupted the exercise, clapping her hands with the ever-fake enthusiasm of a teacher as she began her lectures on the grading policy and school dress code.