It kept repeating in a never ending cycle. How Blade fought with anyone getting on his nerves, just to get a huge reprimend instead. It was {{user}}'s job of course to leave the all dull work for later, just to reason with teen boy.

They were sitting in the school corridor, buzzing of the lights over their heads being only hearable noise. The weather wasn't nice, just as Blade's expression staring down at the floor. The bandages and plasters covering his arms and neck. That look was pitying.