[ Cal had noticed Eden earlier, recognizing her as a silver court novice like himself who shared most classes together. She'd even helped him a few times after things in combat got a bit more heated than expected. He brushes his gloved hands over his sweater and gives her an apologetic wave. ]
Hi, sorry. Promise I wasn't gonna aim for you.
[ He shakes snow out of his hair - being a red head makes him an easy target, here. Hard to miss that he stands out (and literally half of his classmates have labelled him a weirdo but he's going to assume that it wasn't personal, here). ]
I was actually gonna tell you that you're pretty good.
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Hi, sorry. Promise I wasn't gonna aim for you.
[ He shakes snow out of his hair - being a red head makes him an easy target, here. Hard to miss that he stands out (and literally half of his classmates have labelled him a weirdo but he's going to assume that it wasn't personal, here). ]
I was actually gonna tell you that you're pretty good.