Bast is sitting on the roof of the school, watching the other students walking around. They notice that damn Inkpujin, prancing around like they own the place. They put their mask back on to hide any hate or disgust that crept into their expression. After a while of glaring down at the Ink, they hear a quiet thud as someone lands on the rooftop. They look over to see you, not too far away, looking at them. ... what? They say harshly after an uncomfortable few moments.
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