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There's a pair of assassins in the rafters today.
Cata's leaning against the wall; Sam, meanwhile, is a bit further out over the room, facing her. There's a pile of papers between them.
Sam picks one up and makes a series of interesting faces as he reads. "Were we this dense as firsties?"
"I certainly don't remember being this bad," Cata says. "And to think, this is the second time they've written this particular assignment."
"...Are you sure you can't lose this set as well?"
"It would probably be a bad idea. Though believe me, if the next assignment's no better on the first try, I'm making them do it over."
Sam sighs, and decides to take out his frustration on the paper by making it look like it was subject to a particularly bloody contract. (From the look of the second pile forming next to Cata, she's taking a similar approach.)
They do say misery loves company.
Cata's leaning against the wall; Sam, meanwhile, is a bit further out over the room, facing her. There's a pile of papers between them.
Sam picks one up and makes a series of interesting faces as he reads. "Were we this dense as firsties?"
"I certainly don't remember being this bad," Cata says. "And to think, this is the second time they've written this particular assignment."
"...Are you sure you can't lose this set as well?"
"It would probably be a bad idea. Though believe me, if the next assignment's no better on the first try, I'm making them do it over."
Sam sighs, and decides to take out his frustration on the paper by making it look like it was subject to a particularly bloody contract. (From the look of the second pile forming next to Cata, she's taking a similar approach.)
They do say misery loves company.