[action] two.doc

[dataspaced]

[Apparently, most people didn't come to the Parking Lot too much. Fortunately Dataku was not 'most people'. So inside the dimly-lit, awful smelling Parking Lot, you may find a silver-haired kid in a leather coat walking around. He occasionally rests a a hand on one of the objects -- a vehicle, say, or maybe a wall -- but never for long, and he

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[bratbeyond]

[Robin honestly isn't going to tattle on Dakaku, especially since he knows he's not supposed to be in here (considering he can't drive). Still, it's weird to see someone else in here, so he casually sits on a railing and glances over at the other guy.]

You scoping a car for Defensive Driving?

[dataspaced]

Ah-- [Dataku cranes his neck to look at the other guy, who as far as he was aware had not been there five minutes ago. What he was asked did make him a bit concerned. Was this area restricted for people in that class?]

Er-- ...no. Just looking.

[He quickly steps away from the nearby vehicles.]

[bratbeyond]

[Robin shrugs.]

I'm not the fun police, you know. You can do whatever the hell you want. [Well technically he IS, but he could care less about school policies right now.]

[dataspaced]

...Oh. Alright.

Thanks.

[Jeez, awkward. This guy definitely looks like he's been around for a while; but then again, Dataku's been here for a few months, and he's still foggy on everything.]

[bratbeyond]

No problem.

[In Robin's defense, he JUST became the leader of the Disciplinary Committee... Still, the awkward doesn't make him feel any less better about the situation.] But for the record, it's totally fine to come down here. Driving, on the other hand? Isn't schway.

[dataspaced]

Oh, no, I wasn't going to drive anything! [He doesn't know how to, but that's beside the point.] Just seeing what was down here.

[bratbeyond]

Oh. [Headtilt.] Sorry, you just... you look old enough to drive.

[dataspaced]

...I'm probably not. [He really doubts that four months is a legal driving age.]