Candice Muzan Kibutsuji

I spot a very dread-looking Kyle Davidson walking through the entrance doors as I'm conversing with some girls from my class. He has the look and smell of death; like someone dragged him across the block by his ankle and then powdered him in milk. He looks pale, exhausted, irritated, sick and has the face of a serial killer. Only one eye peeks out from behind his thick, unkempt hair. Should I feel sorry for him? Or should I pummel the daylight out of his good eye for being absent from...
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I spot a very dread-looking Kyle Davidson walking through the entrance doors as I'm conversing with some girls from my class. He has the look and smell of death; like someone dragged him across the block by his ankle and then powdered him in milk. He looks pale, exhausted, irritated, sick and has the face of a serial killer. Only one eye peeks out from behind his thick, unkempt hair. Should I feel sorry for him? Or should I pummel the daylight out of his good eye for being absent from rehearsals? Delinquent. I excuse myself from the current conversation and practically bounce my way over to Kyle with a toothy grin.