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02 the repercussions
Petra wraps her hands around her bare arms and taps her feet on the ground in a slow irritated rhythm. The coal black pigment around her eyes is smudged from constant rubbing but she doesn't bother to fix it. She waits at the entrance of the cellar for almost forty minutes before she picks up the constant patter of feet getting closer to her.
When the sun peaks out just enough to where she's able to make out the faces approaching her it's Master Lin leading out front with two of his goons holding tightly to a tall lanky figure with swept blonde hair and a annoying grin. Petra sighed deeply and unfolded her arms to hang them loosely at her side.
"Miss Yolga." Master Lin muttered with that same cold look in his eyes he seemed to always have. "I see you've come to pick up Dimitri, again."
Petra nodded stiffly not really trusting herself to speak to the man who caused shivers to run down her spin. When Master Lin makes a quick motion for the goons to release Dimitri he's thrown towards her direction and fakes a stumble to aggravate Lin.
"You were there for over a week Dim" Petra whispered keeping a close eye on his face that showed a bruise forming slowly on usually clear skin. "That's longer than before."
"You should see the other guy" He grinned catching her looking at the bruise on his face, cold hands with blood between each nail reached towards her face and whipped away the smudging liner. "Anyways, those nazi sibling fuckers learned their lesson. Even told them I'd summon the great overlord to burn them in hell."
"You don't pray or summon." Petra deadpanned slapping his touchy hands away and pulling him along to leave the cellar.
"Yeah" He snickered, "But they don't know that."
Petra doesn't reply to his statement instead sticking to holding his arm and pulling him towards her. His tall frame towers her small stature, something that had always brought her a small sense of comfort at times.
They, although her a rat and him not, stuck close because they understood each other more than anyone else. They knew what it felt like to be confined and trapped within something you couldn't escape. While Petra did her best to forget Dimitri leaned towards and opposite route and basked in his past.
"A lot happened while you were on probation." Petra ends up mentioning while they're using the stairs to reach the common level of the atelier.
"Anything worth mentioning?" He retorts flicking the lighter Petra had given to him on his birthday over a year ago.
Petra thinks back to the entrance of Marcus, another classified rat like her, the fights and strange air that seems to now surround the school since his arrival. Opening her mouth, Petra stops herself selfishly and shakes her head, "No, not really."
His cold blue eyes scanned her frame at the tone shift in her voice and she could tell he was raising a single brow at her. Luckily he doesn't pester much and instead throws an arm over her shoulder to finger her short hair while his other sets a cigarette to his lips.
"Tell me later." She winces internally at his words knowing he picked up on her lie easily. She nods and stares forward, there's the smell of his cologne mixed in with the nicotine repugnant smell of the cigs before they finally reach the doors that separated them from returning to the hell school.
Dimitri makes the first move to open the heavy doors and shoves the both of them forwards with a shit-eating smirk along his handsome features. When Petra notices the wide eyes of a few students looking at the man attached to her side she groans and pushes him to keep walking, not wanting to make him end up back on probation cause he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
He makes an exaggerated intake of air through his nose before humming loudly not even paying attention to Petra who pushed him along as if he weighed nothing-- she was too used to it.
He spins on his heel and switches their positions, now being the one to pull Petra along and sing-songs so only she could hear, "The fresh smell of fear!"
