Luke raised a single eyebrow before letting his name slip through his lips, "Luke." He then paused for a moment, trying to figure out the right questions. "So, what's your story, Joey? Wait... huh, you weren't born with it, were you? No, your scent is off, different. You live with the curse..." Luke said softly, kind of feeling sorry for Joey. He didn't ask for this life, having a beast within his body. A beast that unlike Luke he couldn't control. His entire persona changed and he stretched out his arm with an open hand before telling him, "I may not know you, but we share a bond. If there's anything you need, Joey, give me holler, alright?"
Luke's ears began to twitch again, the sounds of his fellow footballers were once again acting up. He shook his head, annoyed that he plays with these hollow skulled assholes.
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"Hmm..." mumbled Beck. "Let's see." He reached into his pack on the floor and took out his agenda, and with a ah-ha he said, "My first class is math, followed by biology and history. Lunch is my forth period and finally there is sparring. Yourself?"