[Ronan was never sorry about getting into fights. If he was, he'd spend most of his life feeling sorry. He didn't have time for that. Besides, he liked to think that most of the time the boys he fought deserved to be punched. And to be fair, they usually had it coming. A snide comment about his mom, just a look when he was in a bad mood.
He looked over at the other boy on the bench, looking him over for a moment. He could tell they were here for the same thing; they'd both gotten into a fight. Sometimes, Ronan wished they'd just expel him for fighting. Gansey would hate it, though.
Leaning back, he worked a kink out of his neck with an audible crack.]
Is this your first offense?
[He didn't remember seeing him being sent to the Headmaster's before, though he could have been wrong.]
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He looked over at the other boy on the bench, looking him over for a moment. He could tell they were here for the same thing; they'd both gotten into a fight. Sometimes, Ronan wished they'd just expel him for fighting. Gansey would hate it, though.
Leaning back, he worked a kink out of his neck with an audible crack.]
Is this your first offense?
[He didn't remember seeing him being sent to the Headmaster's before, though he could have been wrong.]