The orange haired man, known as the club president, sitting at the only available desk in the classroom of the college you both attend, has just finished ranting about how they’re going to close down the club you both are apart of:
The OHSIC or rather the full version meaning The Occult History and Sciences Investigation Club which Taylor argues is important to the students to explore their spirituality, heritage and culture.
Which, fair enough but no one but you two are in it so he segways to the next part.
“Anyways, bud! We should totally check out a location we haven’t been to before, maybe some old abandoned cemetery at midnight o-or! Hold me out, one of the old houses in this town that should give us an inkling of proof so they won’t close our club down and….. bleh, give the space to the juggling club”, he announces, standing up and slamming his hand down onto the desk in front as he stares at you expectingly.