Class VII Text Group @ recolle

[fiddlestick]

Class VII

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[jurai]

Heehee

+1 for me too

[If only because he knows when to duck out with his winnings.]

[fiddlestick]

Whew, all agreed then.

Lil sad this is our first decision made as Class VII.

[motiv8]

[It takes every ounce of self-control in this bean's body not to send the message he's typed out:

We're fwee.

But somehow, he perseveres.]

I'm sure we'll make better ones.

[jurai]

Or worse ones

The sky's the limit, but at least we'll have each other

[fiddlestick]

[Congrats on your self-restraint Rean]

True enough, there's always that.

And who knows, two classmates in two months? We might find more of us at this rate!

[motiv8]

That's true, you are a part of this group... worse is looking more likely by the second.

😋

We'll just have to keep our eyes open!

[jurai]

The smilie doesn't make your words cut any less deep, Schwarzer!

With three of us, we're bound to find another, though

[fiddlestick]

[That's cute you two...]

Ahaha, well considering how it's been so far... it's possible we already found them and just haven't noticed.

[motiv8]

Ah, sorry... too far?

[Elliot over here like "that's cute" while Rean has an inner crisis about how much snark is too much snark. Text doesn't convey tone well enough...!]

That's true. I mean, I look pretty much the same, but you two look pretty different. If everyone else is like that, it could be tricky.

[jurai]

I'm not sure if my wilting heart will ever recover....

Heh, kidding. You're fine, Rean 💖

[But that makes Crow think]

Have either of you gone through your non Retrospec contacts yet? Just on the off-chance..

[fiddlestick]

Yeah, and sometimes people have a different name too, so you can't even count on that.

[About that...]

Aha, I would but ... I don't have many non-Retrospec contacts, if I'm honest.

[motiv8]

[There's a sigh of relief on the other end.]

Okay, good. 😊

Yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. I've got a couple people I worked on projects with in my email contacts, but I just checked and I've got nothing that matches this picture.

[jurai]

[Good, the last thing he wants is for Rean to feel like he has to police himself around them...]

Dang, I thought you two would be the social butterflies...

I only got one friend from Recolle and it's a no-go on the name

[fiddlestick]

Wait, seriously? I thought YOU'D be the social butterfly, Crow.

I mean, I'm a band geek so I've never been popular and then I got the app right after I moved to town, so most people I did get to know was through the app.

[motiv8]

Yeah, same here...

I don't know, I've just always kind of kept to myself, I guess.

[It's a little terse, but leaving it at that seems like a better idea than going into any detail on how oh, yeah, this whole "friends" thing is kind of new to him at twenty goddamn years of age.]

[jurai]

Me? Well I mean I was popular during school back in Portland but...

High school friends are only your friends because you're trapped with 'em 8 hours a day for 17 years of your life

You learn how to be friendly to survive

[Sure, Crow acted like he was everyone's friend, but the people on his contact list? Pretty dang short.]

[fiddlestick]

Man, I barely survived high school, it was awful...

[Being a tiny band geek that was obviously gay? It was the Worst.

Though just thinking about Crow just acting "friendly"...]

Still, I consider you a friend Crow. A real one. And I'm still getting to know you Rean, but I'd like to be your friend too.

[motiv8]

I was "friendly" enough, I guess. I mean, I certainly survived, but I wasn't popular or anything. More like I just skirted along.

[And to that last bit of Elliot's message, Rean pauses. He reads over it a few times, making sure he's reading it right. But eventually:]

Of course! I'd like to be friends with both of you, too.

[jurai]

[Yeah, Crow survived just by being tall, friendly, good looking and athletic in gym. High school wasn't the worst, but it sure wasn't something he'd call the best years of his life.]

Heh, appreciated. Don't take what I said to heart, that was just for high school friends

They can't even hold a candle to how fun you guys are. Who'd have thought just chatting up the violinist at a cat cafe would spark fate?

[He'll let that sit for a few seconds, before typing again.]

As for you, Rean...I /suppose/ I can grace you with this beautiful visage for the next while...




Kidding, kidding. What Elliot says doubles for me

[fiddlestick]

Aww, that's sweet Crow. And you're right, talk about a fateful meeting. Especially knowing that Rean had been in the cafe too! Maybe we were all destined to meet, even if it took a little time.

[It's a nice thought to have!!

Until....Crow promptly ruins it with that line. Oh boy. Yeah. he'll let rean take that one]

[motiv8]

Haha... you know, I never really put much stock in destiny, but I admit I like the sound of it. And I guess I can't complain if this is what it brings me!

[...And then there's that. Thanks, Crow. Maybe someday he'll be able to have warm fuzzy feelings about something involving you that you don't immediately ruin by opening your metaphorical mouth.]

Oh, is that so? Thank you so much for this gift. A blessing, truly. 😐

[jurai]

[You can practically feel the musical note emoji emanating from his side of the conversation. Truth is, he likes getting rises out of these two with the dumb things he says.

It breaks down the formal walls quicker than second guessing everything you say. And if Rean's willing to give him snark so soon, it'll keep him from apologizing for overstepping a boundary that's not even there.]

I know, I know

But please, treat me like you would anyone else. Special treatment is just too much

[motiv8]

Oh, believe me. I was planning on it. I almost considered playing along with you there and bestowing upon you some grandiose title, but I worried if I did, your ego would inflate so much your head would pop.

[jurai]

Aw c'mon, don't leave a guy hanging!

What was the title?

[motiv8]

Hm... you know, I think I like the little bit of power this suspense grants me.

The secret will die with me