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"Greetings, you've reached Ekkehardt Gehring. If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy. Try again later, or leave a message."

EKKEHARDT GEHRING
UN: HEMLOCK

STATUS: Graduate/TA. School nurse assistant.

ACCOLADES: I graduated from this academy 22 years ago. I've been rather boring otherwise.

BIO: I'm here to help treat whatever injuries you children can't just bounce back from. Try not to get into trouble.

© TESSISAMESS

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February 14th?!?!?!

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He's doing this. He's actually doing it. He can't believe he's doing it, but he is.

Avery glances down at the box in his hands, grits his teeth, and turns around, fully intending to call this whole, useless nonsense off and eat the contents himself, but something stops him halfway down the hall.

He can only groan and silently curse that remaining bit of weakness within him as he turns around and storms back to the infirmary.

In a single, chaotic moment, he wrenches the door open, chucks the slightly battered box of cherry cordials at Ekkehardt's head, and promptly turns around and leaves, sinking into the shadows.

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[ He lets the box actually hit him rather than dodging it or swiping it out of midair so Avery can have that little bit of satisfaction to temper his clear embarrassment.

~it's how he shows he cares~ ]