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[notsonasty]

*He's sixteen years old, unmistakably good-looking (and oh, note how flattering the khakis are) although the current expression of utter confusion may not be his most attractive. It was all of ten minutes ago he was in his bedroom working on Latin, and now he's on a boat when he's never been on a boat in his life.*

. . . Wha-?

Typist: Bobby

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[mmmnastykhakis]

Bobby Mayler. *grin of sketchiness*

[notsonasty]

. . . Where are we?

[mmmnastykhakis]

*can't help but stare* On a boat. No one seems to know where we're going.

[notsonasty]

*blinks* Oh. That's strange.

[mmmnastykhakis]

It really is. But none of the teachers are here.

[notsonasty]

. . . I guess I don't have to finish my Latin, then.

[wherethefigslie]

*smallsmile* I've been doing homework anyway. Hello, Bobby.

[notsonasty]

Hello! *blinks a bit* You're here, too?

[wherethefigslie]

Most all of us are. Moritz and Melchior are as well! And -- and Hanschen. *faint blush* But -- how have you been?

[notsonasty]

*so oblivious* All right. *shrugs* Trying to keep up with school.

[wherethefigslie]

Oh -- you don't have to worry about school here! Just... being. A young girl's been helping me with my spelling, though.

[notsonasty]

Good to know. It should be nice to have a break.

[wherethefigslie]

It's -- wonderful to be able to just... relax and be with friends.

[notsonasty]

It must be. Away from all that -- well. Everything.

[wherethefigslie]

It really is! We've met some very nice people here, too.

[notsonasty]

What sort of people? *because hey, this sounds more interesting than home. :D*