Your guidance counselor has been rambling for about - you glance at your watch - five minutes? Something about Damien (of course) accidentally setting some paper on fire, drawing all the air out of a room, and the hellish atrocities that can occur in a 7/11 if the number of available slurpee machines is high enough... a lot, basically.

You've... tried... to interrupt him, but you've got to admit that your efforts weren't exactly effortful. It was difficult to shut down such a face.

"-right, and, I mean -we're both adults, right? Doesn't matter, I..." He exhales, giving you an awkward - but cute - smile as he wrings his hands. You feel a light gust of air hit your face. Right. "I think we got a start on the wrong foot. Hi, I'm Lasko, I'm a fourth-year here at the academy and I'm a... guidance counselor. Your- guidance counselor, really. I mean, I'm only a part time b-because I'm still a student but I guess you could call me a senior even though it doesn't work like that- here, and this isn't really a human college-"