After that, class went smoothly, and then the pair moved into lunch. The atmosphere compared to yesterday was completely different. There weren’t as many harsh glares, but they weren’t entirely gone either. Brent dealt with those.
Brent would go up to the people who were too aggressive, and smile and seduce them before telling them ’too bad, I don’t sleep/guide bigots’ and then he would leave. It was surprisingly effective.
The two of them discussed their worries for the next class, since they had lost so many students. It was around that time that Casper messaged Kellen with a list of five new Guides who were joining from the waitlist. Kellen was thankful it was a smaller amount then they had lost, taking the class from the 30 they had originally started with, to 24 Guides in total. Kellen was a little nervous because they weren’t able to check the physical abilities of the new Guides coming in, but Brent wasn’t worried about that. They would have to get the booklets and uniforms to the new Field Guides. Kellen agreed that was a bigger concern.
So, after eating, the two of them rushed down to the storage area to grab what they needed, then headed back to their office to reprint everything that they were missing. They made it to the time class started within five minutes, but neither was out of breath.
There, they found that the second class, that they had noticed yesterday had been disrespectful, and rather bored with the whole thing, had changed. It felt like overnight they had done a complete 180.
They were considerate, asked good questions, paid attention, and Kellen wasn’t sure if that was out of fear or not. Brent was pretty sure it was, since the new Guides brought in some serious scared vibes, but it was to be expected. So much had happened in the last two days, especially for Kellen, that it made sense.
After the class, Brent waved Kellen off to go to his guiding session with the Captain. Throughout the day, Kellen had been texting with the Captain. He thought it was rude to fully change the Captain’s name in his phone, so he had changed it to B.D. Now that he had the Captain’s phone number, they were able to communicate easier, meaning that Kellen knew that the Captain had finished his most recent meeting, and was heading down to the medical bay for their guiding session.
When Brent saw it, he had a lot of questions. Kellen, normally one to answer any question of him, had sealed his lips and his cheeks had flamed. Brent smelled something fishy, but when Kellen got like this, there was no point to force it. He wouldn’t answer. So, he dropped it once it was confirmed that it was the Captain.
He’d just go around Kellen and ask him himself.
Leaving Brent with a flourish of his jacket, Kellen headed for the medical bay without a rush. As he made his way through the building, it was nice to notice that others weren’t as afraid of him now. Some, more of the Espers and Guides who hadn’t sided with the idiots, openly said hello to him, or spoke to him. The civilians who didn’t work with him were a little hesitant, while the scientists only asked him questions about how hard he had to throw someone to only bruise them, instead of breaking bones. How hard did you have to press on a bone before it broke?
You know, things that made him roll his eyes, but his heart relax.
At the medical bay, he didn’t see anyone as he headed down the hallway. Knocking on their usual door, he pushed it open after a few seconds, and found that the Captain and Taylor were chatting. Kellen didn’t know why until Taylor turned to him with a big smile and rushed him. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight, Esper squeeze that Kellen knew better than to flinch from.
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