keep your chin up child [active/closed]

[noctivigant]

Characters: Dick Grayson, Aang, Edym Raffles, Ino Yamanaka, Naoto Shirogane and Simon Digsby.
Location: Dick's office, town later.
Time: The day and time agreed upon. (backlog ahoy)
Content: First meeting of Dick's mentor group, fun and lunch to be had.
Warnings: None.

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[melodyofwater]

Honestly? Demyx had been freaking out a little once his mentor group had been announced. Not because of the people he was in the group with or anything, but oh crap the teacher knew his name. Like, his real one. Which he hadn't told the police when they caught him. He probably shouldn't have been surprised since the school was, you know. Run by a psychic but still. He hoped they hadn't contacted his family.

And to top it off, the adult was the teacher for Criminal Law. And guess who had street cred? (Not as Edym or Demyx, but still. Aggggh.)

However, when he entered the classroom, he looked like he didn't have a care in the world. "Hi!" he said cheerfully when he saw the teacher, "I'm Demyx."

[usedheartswap]

Ino made sure to time her entrance perfectly. After all, she didn't want to be the first student to run into Mr. Grayson's office--seriously, how lame would that be?--but she certainly didn't want to be late. Therefore, as soon as she had arrived, she had been sure to scope out the room before she entered. No one else had been in there besides the teacher, or so it had seemed, so she had been forced to loiter outside for a bit.

However, after a kid she had never seen before had brushed passed her and entered the office, she assumed that he was part of her group. She had stood outside for a few more moments, waiting to make sure that he hadn't been booted out or anything--and taking her time to make sure that her hair was perfect--before she finally made her entrance, as well. "Hi~," she called as she swept through the doorway, being sure to put a sweet smile in place. First impressions were everything, after all.

[5hirogane]

Not far behind was Naoto. Close enough was he, in fact, that he had plenty of time to note the girl's preening and contemplate the faulty logic of appearing "fashionably late" before entering. He adjusted his tie as he passed through the door - there was logic in appearing professional, at least - before tipping his cap in greeting to the rest of the group.

"Afternoon."