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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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"Hey, a West Coast boy," Dante said lightly. (Fucking LA.) "I'm from the other one. But I feel you on that. There's a bunch of good clubs up in Baltimore, though. I can take you sometime."

"Yeah, we are absolutely doing that." He tilted his head. "Huh. Unexpected perk of boarding school: no curfew. And no enforcing a curfew. I like it."

Not that he was accustomed to the strictest parenting style to begin with. But there was a whole delightful difference between laissez-faire parenting and no parenting.

Dante snickered. "Yeah, they don't even bother with that shit here," he said. "You show up to your classes every now and again, and you're good. You could get up to a lot of trouble and no one would know."

Not that he ever had.

Cough.

"And I'm sure you've never done anything like that," Roscoe drawled. "Me neither, obviously. I'm, like, the most well-behaved."

Uh-huh.

"I'm a boarding school guy," Dante said, grinning. "I'm squeaky-clean."

"That's what I figured," Roscoe said, and that smirk was back. "So I guess I'll stop by your room if I ever need any homework help, Dante the squeaky clean."

Dante chuckled. "I'd definitely have your chemistry homework handled," he said. "You ever attend a place like this before?"

"Nope," Roscoe said. "I mean, fuck, I'm not even sure what 'a place like this' means, but I've never done the boarding school thing or the weird dimensional nexus thing." That was a term he'd learned from Big Sister Ada. It felt kind of weird to say. "Went to a hippie-dippie charter school until eighth grade and then a private school last year. Super dull. How 'bout you?"

"I'm a product of the wonderful Limbo City foster care system," Dante said, leaning back, taking a big swig of his water. "Take a guess."

"So not used to all this bougie crap," Roscoe summarized. "Got it."

Maybe a kid with a near-unlimited allowance shouldn't be using the word 'bougie,' but whatever.

"Why'd they send you here?"

"Would you believe me if I said I got on a bus and woke up here and found out I got enrolled?" Dante said, turning his head to watch the guy.

"I'd definitely believe you," Roscoe said at once, thinking of the guy from the bus who had seemed to think this was a military placement. "But can I just say how creepy that is?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fucked up." Funny how Dante didn't sound too fussed, though. "But hey, it got me a free ride in a boarding school with no curfew. I can live with that."

Considering what he was coming from.

"Guess so," Roscoe said, deciding not to dwell on it if Dante wasn't too worried about it. "How long ago was that?"

Dwelling on it was a bad idea. That way laid demons and all kinds of bad shit Dante had absolutely zero interest in bringing up in what was turning out to be a perfectly awesome conversation.

"Last fall," he said instead. "With two semesters under my belt, I think I'm getting the hang of this place."

Sort of.

"In case you hadn't noticed, it's kinda weird."

"So I'm noticing," Roscoe said. "You know, I'm used to being the weird one in dresses and eyeliner but here there are people here in suits of armor. Kinda makes me want to up my game."

"You should check out the clothing store," Dante said, and hey look, he'd finally worked his way up to a grin. "Demon Marcus? They have the weirdest fucking shit. It's pretty cool." Beat. "Besides, I'm curious what upping the game would even look like."

Demon Marcus. Ha.

"No idea," Roscoe admitted. "As soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know. Although it might start with something like that," he said with a nod toward the girl with the wings. "Wait. Don't tell me. Those aren't a costume piece."

Dante snickered. "No, that's Alana," he said. "She's an alien. She's good people."

Right. This was going to take some getting used to.

"Cool," Roscoe said, nodding like that was a totally normal thing to learn about someone. "So okay, costume wings would probably be ripping off her look. But hey, maybe she'd be flattered."

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