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It was not Rupert's first day but here he was. Who starts school on a Thursday, really? Instead it was a "Let you and your guardian walk around and see our faculties" type thing. The only problem being that his guardian was called away on serious business and Rupert was left for the better part to sort out his classes and make his own way home. In

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Ethan knows he has an appointment this afternoon, but he's also an expert at timing those just right. Besides, if he's late, that just means his time there is shorter. Really, it's a win-win situ--

Oh, fuck.

No, it's impossible. He's hallucinating. No, crazy people hallucinate. He's imagining it. His imagination needs a kick in the balls. Anyway, Rupert can't be here. Maybe he has an American twin. A long lost brother. A long lost American brother with a stupid accent.

Anyway, he's not wearing his jacket. (...because Ethan is. Ethan, your logic is flawed.)

...right. Ethan hasn't actually slowed down or changed his direction at all during this meandering train of thought, which means he's going to come into Rupert's line of sight any minute now.

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Rupert is wearing a slightly less awesome coat these days. Do you see what you have done, Ethan? He was just about to put his headphones in his ears and cross the road whe--

That is his jacket. Being worn by a familiarly pale faced twat.

He would probably have had the same inward am-I-hallucinating debate if it wasn't for the look on Ethan's face. "You."

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"Me!"

...and now he's doubling back the way he came, which is a nice way of saying 'Ethan just fucking bolted'.

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"Oi!" Which is to say, Rupert is sprinting after you now, Ethan.