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Bastille appeared at the edge of the group with a quizzical stare locked on the joiner, but he didn't say anything for a moment. After all, he was new himself; what was he supposed to say? 'Hey, welcome to the new kid committee, wanna eat lunch together while we flounder through our first week?' Yeah, that sounded pretty shitty to him. "Yo," he said instead, nodding, "I'm Bastille. Welcome, I guess." You sound like a little bitch, Zaniel snarked from somewhere in his thoughts, and the apprentice ignored him.
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