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——The sheer amount of scratches and claw marks on Ace's body the next morning was near impossible. Although it was completely possible thanks to Grim's sharp nails.
"I figured I'd find you here." Deuce sighed, noticing Ace sitting down at the kitchen table while Emily prepared pancakes. The one thing Emily was remotely good at was cooking. "Ugh. Deuce..." Ace mumbled, crossing his arms.
"So, you ate the housewarden's tart. You really are an idiot, Ace." Deuce insulted. "Hey, no fighting this early." I warned the two, packing up my school supplies and fixing my tie to my uniform, that Crowley had (graciously) gifted.
The uniform was simple. White dress shirt, pale blue vest, dark gray pants and overcoat, black and white striped tie along with a white and matching blue armband. Oh, and a pair of dark gray dress shoes as well.
"Oh, shut up! Like you're one to talk! Anyway, uh... Is he still mad?" Ace whimpered, asking Deuce. "Not at all. Maybe a touch irritated, if anything. A few of our dormmates overslept this morning...But only three of 'em got your treatment." Deuce shrugged. "You call that "not at all" mad?! Sounds like he's still on the rampage, to me." Ace scoffed.
"P-Pancakes are r-ready..." Emily stammered, avoiding eye contact as she set down the plate on the table. "Thank you, Emily. Don't forget to clean the corners, alright?" She have me a firm nod in response. "I-I'll do my b-best!"
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——"Move it! Outta the way! Night Raven College student comin' through! Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It is way better than the one you're stuck with! You know, the one that makes it so you can't use magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!" Grim mocked, clutching his stomach with laughter.
"Grrrrr! Trust me Grim, when I get my magic back, your hide is first up on the chopping block!" Ace growled, clutching his fists harshly.
"Grim, you're using poor insults. For instance, use terms like this instead: "Oh? Did my collar catch your pathetic eyes? I suppose anything is better than that ratchet thing you're stuck with...and yet it still looks better than you!" Things insulting the person's appearance can make them insecure if you use the correct words, at the very least it can make them doubt themselves." I explained, a knowing smile on my face. Grim nodded, taking in the information.
"Jeez, who taught you all of that?" Ace asked, raising a brow. I stiffened slightly. "...experience." I answered simply. "What a vague answer!" Ace scoffed in disappointment.
"Didn't the headmage JUST tell you yesterday, no more incidents? Regardless, you're not going to be able to participate in class if you can't use magic. So why not just apologize to the housewarden? It's a small price to pay for having the collar removed." Deuce suggested. It was a solid plan, the only problem would be Ace's ego.
