Sam: -he's siting at his desk when he sees nim come in- -mind: well, crap-
Nim glances up and sees Sam. His eyes widen for a split second before lowering his head and sitting in the very back, shoving his hands in his pockets
(i just picked my nose, realized what i just did, and found out what a disgrace i am to man kind-)
Sam: -he just laying his head on the desk, hiding his face-
(pft-)
Class hasn't started yet, and the teacher hasn't shown up. Nim decides it's better to speak up.
Nim: ...It's no use trying to just avoid each other...we know what we are. But...you...y-you're not with them...a-are you...?
(yes.)
Sam: -he jumped a bit not expecting him to talk- . . with who-?
Nim: W-with...t-the others...the other...a-ngels...
His hands start trembling just thinking about them, a tremor running through his voice.
Sam: no . .
Nim: O-oh...ok...good.
Sam: -he was confused but didn't say anything- -he was obviously nervous-
Nim: Don't worry...I-I don't wanna hurt you or anything like that...I-I'm here for the same thing you are...I'm just trying to blend in...
