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A teenage boy in his mid-teens stumbled into the Nexus, wearing only a blue dressing gown over a white night robe, and carrying a candle in one hand. He's a rather tall boy, his black hair was cut in a very messy manner.
"Where's the kit-WHOA!" He tripped and crashed face-first into Nexus, the candle flew from his hand, and skittered away, the flame snuffed out. He got up, and rubbed his nose in irritation.
"Question - do I have to?" He tossed his head. "What's a good way to get overzealous upperclassmen off your back - without bowing to their stupid whims."
"Where's the kit-WHOA!" He tripped and crashed face-first into Nexus, the candle flew from his hand, and skittered away, the flame snuffed out. He got up, and rubbed his nose in irritation.
"Question - do I have to?" He tossed his head. "What's a good way to get overzealous upperclassmen off your back - without bowing to their stupid whims."