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"Hm, a young lady. She says she knows you from school and needs to talk to you about the prom."
The door was opened in a flash, and the vox snatched out of his powerfist. With a muffled "Thanks, dad," the door was closed in his face.
Roboute Guilliman muttered to himself as he stumped back to his chair. The Drug Talk soon, definitly.
Scout leaned against the door. He paused for a minute to steady his breathing, then raised the vox.
"Hey cutie, looking forward to the dance?"
His face froze as he heard the voice on the other end. "Um. Good morning, Scout. It's Macha. I... uh... thought you weren't going."
Scout flinched. "Oh, Emp, I thought you were... um, no, no, I'm definitely going. But I thought..."
She interrupted him. "But you said... wait. Ahem. Let's start this over."
"Ok. Good morning, Macha."
"Very funny. Scout, you have to come to the prom. It's mandatory for student government members."
"Ok, got it, Macha. I was planning on coming anyway, I... wait, what about the budget?
"I talked to Principle Tzeench about it and he said he'd take care of paying the band, so I allocated the rest of the funds to refreshments and decorations."
"That's great news! Nice work, Machs!" Scout smiled. "Kind of a corny theme, though. Grim Darkness, same as last year." |