Behind the Dorms, Thursday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Everybody dealt with their emotional baggage in their own way. Some people accepted it. Some people ran away from it. Some people sat around and wept about it

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And some people gathered theirs up in their arms and marched back from class with it all, determined not leave even a single piece behind. Kathy's plan had originally been to toss it all in her closet and then open the door tomorrow to see if it still existed, but as soon as she saw Dante, she was bee-lining for him.

He wouldn't let her wield Rebellion (or even touch it), but maybe she could convince him to do the hacking and slashing for her.

"Hey," she said around her armful of luggage. "Don't suppose you're up for more sword practice?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's attention turned away from the wreckage of the last piece of luggage (ANGER ISSUES) in a split second. He eyed Kathy.

"Deal with your own baggage," he said.

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"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't happen to have a sword with me," Kathy snarked, giving him a look. "Not all of us can be the world's grumpiest scabbard, Dante."

[rebelseekspizza]

"So figure out something else," Dante said, shrugging. "Your baggage is not my problem."

It worked on several levels!

Except for the part where he had frequently told her to tell her baggage to fuck off, but y'know.