[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color] and [color=cyan]Leonard Boggs[/color][/h1]
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[sub][i]In collaboration with [@DeadBeatWalking][/i][/sub]

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The duo had taken a trip through the academy grounds on their way back to the dormitories. Like the usual formula, they chatted some. Mainly, about past events. Stuff that had happened while the two were off doing their own things. Harmon talked about his work with Ruben and how much he'd learned. Lenny talked about his adventures with Creed and the trouble they'd gotten into. Catching up was fast, but it was still enjoyable all the same. The two rounded the corner of a building and saw the dormitories in the distance. As well, they found a trio of folks leaving it. One, very evidently, against his will.

“Why don’t you come with us, Ghosty? We’ve barely even hung out since you arrived! We feel left out! Besides, you have to show us how you get your hair so fabulous!” One of them said to the young man he was pulling along by the arm. Another student was following alongside, watching the whole thing, smiling.

This clearly wasn't an enjoyable situation for the young man, the "Ghosty" in question.

Harmon looked at Lenny, and Lenny looked back. [color=cyan]"Just like we did in Dead End?"[/color] Lenny asked, snickering. Harmon nodded. When all was said and done, Lenny was an awkward nerd, but he shared his brother's blood. Fortunately, Lenny was more mischievous than violent. And Harmon... well, he'd learned to be a good faker when it was needed.

A [i]very[/i] good faker.

The two quickly walked toward the boys, as threateningly as they could. Harmon slouched and dug his hands into his pockets, and Lenny clenched his hands into fists.

"Who're you?" Phillip asked, turning his head to meet them. He let go of Casper, giving the duo his [i]full[/i] attention.

[color=cyan]"Lenny and Harmon."[/color] Lenny said, puffing his thin chest full of air. Under normal circumstances, Lenny would've avoided the scene like the plague, but being reunited with his old friend filled him with a newfound air of confidence.

"Harmon's a girl's name, and gingers don't have souls. Now fuck off." Phillip said with a smirk, before turning back to Casper. It was clear that the dynamic duo had left him thoroughly unimpressed, and far from intimidated. Suddenly, the boy's phone vibrated. Lenny made a quick glance at Harmon, who was keeping his head down. Focusing. He looked back as Phillip took out his phone and took a glance at it. Then a double-take. His expression turned to disbelief as he stared down at the little screen.

[indent][i]IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS RIGHT NOW I'LL KILL YOUR PARENTS.[/i][/indent]

Phillip reared back a bit. He muttered under his breath, "What the fuck..." And then, another message.

[indent][i]MARY AND RODERICK. I KNOW THEIR NAMES. I KNOW THEIR NUMBERS. I KNOW THEIR ADDRESS. YOU AND YOUR FRIEND WALK AWAY NOW AND I WON'T TOUCH THEM. DON'T AND I MOVE IN.[/i][/indent]

"Dude, what's wrong?" Greg asked, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. Phillip recoiled a bit as he cradled his head with his free hand and said, "Let's- let's just- Greg, we have to go, this is fucked up!" The student quickly turned away and began walking away from the scene. Greg looked at him for a moment before turning towards Lenny and Harmon, exclaiming, "What the fuck did you do?"

Lenny held out his hand, as if to stop the boys from coming any closer. If they had been paying attention, both Phillip [i]and[/i] Greg would've noticed that their phones' batteries were rapidly decreasing by the second, going from 90s to 20s in a matter of moments.

Lenny shrugged. [color=cyan]"What are you talking about?"[/color] Greg looked at his phone, and began frantically pressing the power button to no avail. The two turned tail and ran. Lenny turned his head towards Harmon and said, [color=cyan]"Sent him something intense?"[/color]

[color=gray]"It was, it was... harsh..."[/color] Harmon replied, [color=gray]"But... it worked..."[/color]

Lenny returned a smirk, not really wanting to know anymore. He turned his gaze towards the victim of the incident and extended his hand. [color=cyan]"You alright, bud?"[/color]
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