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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

Gosh, the summer picnic was so much nicer--and warmer--than the spring one. There were tables and chairs set up in the sun and the shade, and more than enough food for everyone. Hopefully, everyone was up for socializing for a while!

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Dante snickered. "Maybe they've got the whole rainbow back where that one comes from," he said. "Bunch of weird-colored triangles."

"Maybe they light up in the dark," Alluka suggested. She wasn't trying to be mean. This was a genuine idea she had. "I think they'd look rather pretty if they were all lit up and different colours."

Dante thought about it, letting slip another amused noise. "Like Christmas lights?" he said. "I can see that."

Poor Peridot. He was going to think of her as a giant Christmas ornament forever.

"A whole people of Christmas lights!" Alluka thought that would be great. "Imagine what it would look like if they were all out shopping and it was snowing!"

"Wonder if they'd all look as pissed-off as that one," Dante remarked. "That'd be funny."

"Would it be?" Alluka asked, a bit plaintively. "What if they're all mean? That'd be sad if you couldn't make friends with them."

Dante shrugged. "If they were all mean, you wouldn't have to feel like shit about making fun of 'em," he said.

Not that he generally felt like shit about that, period, but Alluka seemed like she'd care.

... hashtag life lessons with Dante.

"I guess so," she said, a bit doubtfully. "But it's more fun to have friends than not to."

Dante shrugged. "Friends can be a pain in the ass," he said. "And sometimes you don't get a whole lot of choice."

Dante clearly had never had a friend that he could stick up on a shelf and ignore when he didn't want to deal with it.

"In friends?" she asked. "Or in being mean?"

"Both," Dante said. He shrugged.

Yeah, no. Not a lot of his friends were the up on a shelf kind.

"When do you not have a choice about meanness?" Alluka asked curiously.

Her family killed people for a living, but Alluka didn't think that was mean.

It was just a job.

"When somebody else is an asshole to you, you gonna sit there and take it?" Dante said. (He was a brilliant role model here, clearly.) "Or if they try to hit you?"

Alluka blinked at him.

"If, if someone hit me, I would probably cry," Alluka admitted.

"Well, that's only going to work for you as long as you're tiny and cute," Dante said, tilting his head at her. "Which is not going to be forever-- how old are you, anyway?"

Alluka looked down at her elephant and shrugged after a moment.

"I don't really know," Alluka said, since she was really, really bad with the passage of time. "I'm going into my second year here?"

She was about fifteen?

Dante'd been a sixteen- and then seventeen-year-old sophomore. Probably to make up for the fact he'd never had formal schooling before, but still.

"Right," he said, "So you're going to grow out of the wide-eyed kid look pretty fast. You'll have to come up with something better than crying and making people feel bad."

She just looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"How do I do that? I, I just do what comes to me?"

Dante shrugged. "You learn how to do different shit," he said. "Like hitting people back."

"I guess so," Alluka said. "I never really thought about it. Daddy taught my brothers to fight."

Amongst other things.

While she got left in her room.

"It's good knowing how to fight, even if you don't have to use it," Dante said. "Otherwise if someone tries to fight you, you're always going to be left waiting for someone else to come in and save you."

"I think that Daddy thought I would never have to fight," she said, tilting her head slightly. "I wasn't supposed to leave my room. So... so there was no point in my learning."

"Well, you're out now."

Dante turned his head and gave her a thoughtful look.

She met that look with one of her own.

... Hers was a very different look from his.

"What, what is it?"

"I can teach you how to throw a punch," Dante said, shrugging. "If you want."

He didn't know her well enough yet to worry about her ~~or so he liked to tell himself~~, and he was eager to make sure he wasn't going to have a reason to in the future.

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