[ Banagher gazes at him with momentary curiosity, but doesn't point out the rather apparent gap between his assessment and the following response to it. Eventually he looks away too, figuring there were any number of reasons for someone to shy from a compliment, no matter how decorated they appeared. ]
Locke High. I'm a senior. [ Absently, he swirls shapes in the patches of dust still undisturbed on the piano's lid with an index finger. ] I take a few entry level classes at the university, though.
[ Out of the dim shapes, numbers begin to appear. About three or four in, Banagher realizes what he's doing and thinks better of continuing. ]
What about you? I can't remember seeing you around before.
[ Not that he knows everyone in the city, of course, but having spent his whole life in the area, he's pretty sure he'd remember someone with such a... unique appearance. ]
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Locke High. I'm a senior. [ Absently, he swirls shapes in the patches of dust still undisturbed on the piano's lid with an index finger. ] I take a few entry level classes at the university, though.
[ Out of the dim shapes, numbers begin to appear. About three or four in, Banagher realizes what he's doing and thinks better of continuing. ]
What about you? I can't remember seeing you around before.
[ Not that he knows everyone in the city, of course, but having spent his whole life in the area, he's pretty sure he'd remember someone with such a... unique appearance. ]