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[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

Who: EVERYONE
What: Lunch + Club Fair
When: End of the 2nd week of School
Where: Lunchroom and Courtyard

It's now a couple of weeks into school and it's about time for a real club fair hosted by the Student Council! Tables are set up around the lunchroom giving students a chance to talk to the different club presidents and members about joining. Lunch has been extended to an hour and a half today with a few of the teachers and students grilling up hot dogs and hamburgers for the student body. You were even given one of those little cards where you have to get signatures from 4 different club presidents proving you participated for credit!

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Pajea definitely looked pleased to see him, and leaned forward in her seat, propping her elbows on the table.
"Diedrich!" She moved the bowl of candy to be a bit closer to him. "You've been...really moving! Very active and all. I've seen you...you've been...it's been..." She was doing some hand movements that were probably supposed to represent him tumbling, but it just came across as confusing.
"You look like you're having a lot of fun. I...I've been doing okay. Got some signatures." She glanced down to the table, her smile fading. "she showed up, though." She nervously turned focus back to him, trying to change the subject. "But you!! You must have gotten hundreds of signatures...right?"

He smiled gently as she fumbled around with her words. "Thanks! I figured I needed to do something to stand out, though I'm not that good at it. I mean, look at this!" He lifted up his arm to show her a bruise already forming on his forearm.

Diedrich's face grew concerned when Pajea mentioned Doris, though. He had never met her, but clearly she HAD to be a bad person to make Pajea feel this terrible. And if he did ever meet her, oh man, words would be exchanged. He reached his hand over to gently touch Pajea's and offered a comforting smile.

"Ha. Ha. Oh. Well." He looked at his table(s) rather sheepishly. "Not exactly? It's probably because I keep falling on my face. Maybe I should juggle tennis rackets instead...." He looks like he's seriously considering that. Diedrich, you don't even know how to juggle.

Pajea instantly went rigid upon seeing his bruise, and she practically turned to stone when Diedrich's hand was on hers. Her heart felt on the verge of bursting out of her chest, and she started to slide lower into her chair, continuing to slide down until her head was barely above the edge of the table. She was not ready for this. She had no idea what to do, as her back was on the seat of the chair and she stared at the ceiling.

After a couple moments of internal screaming, she started to shove herself up and out of her chair, cheeks now completely flushed. She looked back up to Diedrich with an incredibly strong look of intensity, eyes wide as saucers. "Yeah. You...You...you..." She panicked, thinking that maybe she was supposed to do some sort of physical contact back. "I...I...I...I..." She clasped a trembling hand over his, with way too strong of a grip, and immediately let go, collapsing back into her seat.

"Ca-Careful...with those bruises." She finally spoke, gesturing to his arm. "Don't...Don't...get any more..." She swallowed hard. "...please."

Diedrich smiled brightly and warmly. "Don't worry, I won't!!"

Then he looked at her gently, though a little embarrassed. "But, uh, thanks for worrying."

Pajea responded with only a curt nod. Her expression was some odd mix of flustered, confused, and frustrated. She was deep in thought while examining Diedrich's face, probably staring longer than she should have.
People were decent to Pajea for the most part, but this kid was going above and beyond in treatment. He even had the audacity to touch her. She still wasn't entirely sure whether to be offended or pleased with that.

"You're....you're welcome." She finally murmured, a lop-sided smile tugging at her cheeks.

The two sat in a still slightly-awkward, but still pleasant, silence for a bit. Diedrich broke the quiet with a small cough and pointed at the table.

"So, uh, tell me about the writing club! I'm not really good at writing (she probably realized this from their group project), but I do like to read! Do you guys do any publications?"

Pajea sat up and brought the binder to be closer to Diedrich.

"It's pretty straightforward-- we have new prompts and writing forms to experiment with at each meeting, and we do group reviews of our work. There are some competitions for writing locally, so we can help in getting people ready for those submissions, stuff like that." She glanced back up to him.
"Well, good writing stems from good reading. If someone were to show you the ropes, really sit down and have you write," Her grin relaxed and she pushed the binder back to the side of the table. "Then I bet you'd improve at an exponential rate."

Diedrich had been flipping through the binder as she talked, but he still paid attention to her every word.

"That sounds really cool! So I guess it's fine if I'm not that great at writing then, huh?" He smiled. "Okay, I'll sign up!"

Pajea's smile had the excitement of a lottery winner in it. She pushed forward the sign-up sheet, holding her head in her hands. "Sign here, name here, email here. Room 420, every Tuesday." She said, her voice quivering not in fear, but in delight.

"You're gonna be a great writer. So great. We'll...we'll show them. You, I mean. You'll show them." She murmured, staring at Diedrich like he was a new puppy.

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[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

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don't mind these two

cuties

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diedrich this is your official sixth club

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