Re: Pajama Party

[Guest]

Eri merely bowed once more, stone face securely in place, and left the room. Once in the hall she breathed a sigh of relief. That had definitely not been as bad as some of the lectures she had gotten from her father in the past, but it didn't make it any less unpleasant.

She shuddered lightly at the thought of her impending talk with Tahi. A small part of her cringed in worry that she might see in Tahi's eyes, the look of disappointment she had grown accustomed to from her mother; while the other, more dominant, part of her bristled at the thought of another look she knew very well.

The thought of that was enough to make her square her shoulders defiantly once more and head back to her room.

[Guest]

Bjorn had stayed quiet during the mentor and the other girls little 'chit-chat' and only gave a grunt of acknowledgment to show he accepted the apology. Not like he would be giving her one himself. He had no idea who these 'Mentors' were or what these 'Sponsers' were, he guessed what they were but he still lacked knowing who they were.

He rolled a laugh in his mouth, half evil half mocking and looked at the girly man with contempt that was plain as day.
"Jeg ved ikke, hvad du taler om. De havde ikke fortælle mig, da jeg vågnede op i tarme af denne beskidt græske pit" He showed both his wrists as evidence, the pale flesh had been rubbed raw clearly on his left and the shackle was still on his right after not being able to get it off on the day, but underneath the skin was bloody and unsightly. His left shoulder had been popped back into place after some basic medical knowledge on his part but the bruise remained. Killing the people/person who had imprisoned him was still well at the forefront of his mind. Very much so.

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