[Speaking of already exhausted, Palamedes Sextus is looking a bit worse for wear. His nose is no longer actively bleeding, but he is still carefully dabbing it with a now-crimson handkerchief. He looks a little pale, and more than a little wary, and in his tiny shorts, tank top, and lopsided spectacles, exactly like the kind of scrawny nerd who would get bullied if this were a real summer camp.
Still, he offers his counselor (whatever that is) a faint smile and lifts his hand when she calls his name.]
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Still, he offers his counselor (whatever that is) a faint smile and lifts his hand when she calls his name.]
Lumine, isn’t it?