A nervous smile was plastered on the violet-haired girl's face as she closed her locker for the final time that school year. The bells sounded throughout the entire school, signaling the beginning of summer at last. A part of her was grateful for the break, but a larger part of her was disappointed not coming to school everyday. She was one of those strange children that loved learning, not to mention being surrounded by people made her feel good. She was often a bit more shy about breaking into conversation than the others, but she did lurk often and try to get a word or two in whenever possible.
Sophie shouldered her way through the crowded halls, noticing Roxas exclaim cheerfully that he didn't have to go to summer school. This brought relief to Sophie, as she knew his father was rather strict and unforgiving and didn't want him to be in trouble. She took a step forward to approach him, but nearly dropped her satchel at the sight of Vanitas. It swung off her arm and hit a fellow student, though Sophie was too stunned to even acknowledge it. Vanitas terrified her, he always had. He was the school bully and had a very cold demeanor about him; normally he was never good news wherever he tread.
What should she do? Surely Vanitas noticed her standing and gawking at them by now. She tried to move past as quickly as possible, hoping that the dark-haired teen was distracted enough to not notice her.
"A . . . gun shop?" The blond rose his head to the signage on the door, cell phone in one hand as he fumbled with his car keys in the other. "I don't think you ever told me that I was arming myself, Frederick. What is this all about?"
The voice on the other end was inaudible to the rest of the store as Richard entered, silver eyes flickering around the store as he listened in to the explanation on the line.
"Ah, okay. I see. Still a little weird, but whatever you say, boss."
He ended the call and pocketed the phone, approaching the counter where a young man (Dante) sat. Apparently he was on the phone, and from the sound of it ordering pizza. He offered Dante a shallow smile, waiting for him to get off the phone and, if he had, would say: "Greetings. So, yeah, this request is a little odd, but I need a BB gun. Is that something you would carry here?"