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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Beverly Hills High School
[u][b]Interaction With:[/b][/u] Jackson [@Altered Tundra]
[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] 8:30 A.M. 
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A little confused about how their conversation came to hair, Atlantis cocked her head to the side as she stared at Jackson. Why was he talking about hair? And Donald Trump? Weird kid, definitely had all sorts of weird stuff bouncing around his imaginative head. She has been trying to talk about how that was one way to sweep a girl off her feet. At the same time it might have confused him since it had been her fault that they were now lying on each other in the middle of the walkway. Tis was sure they were getting all sorts of weird looks, but she couldn't care less. Naturally she assumed Jackson would think the same. 

When the effort of lifting her head became too much effort to hold up, Tis rested it on his bony chest. Starring once again, at him, as her bangs fell cutely across her eyes, she eyed his coat. Nerdy of course, she would expect nothing else, but it was still better than a soaking wet bra. The only problem was how to convince him to share with her. Obviously he couldn't understand, and she was much to prideful to try and speak English. Like where was the fun in that. Tisian was a much more colorful language. 

Sighing exaggeratedly Tis spoke as she tried to rub the goosebumps off her arms. [color=#0ddade]"Bro, bro, totally need to hook up the street-killa with a little southern cali."[/color] Knowing that her language would probably not compute she gave an exaggerated eye gesture to the hoodie he was wearing.