Heyo! Author here! I just felt like adding a small tidbit since I'm lacking a bit of motivation to push forward. Just figured I'd offer something, so here you go! Hope this is good.
As the trio disappears down the large hallway and into the crowd, Christophe quietly scoffs and shake his head in disappointment.
"Looks like they've caught another one." He comments, his french accent as thick as always
Gregory nods in agreement from where he stood beside him.
"Afraid so." Gregory tsks "Poor girl."
Christophe turns his full attention to his comrade. He quietly wipes his tired face with his bandaged hand, rubbing his eyes before running the same hand through his dark brown hair.
"Now Gregory, can I please leave to go have a smoke?" Christophe questions
"Yes Christophe, we can go now." Gregory tells him
Gregory turns his full attention to Christophe, his eyes just as cool and calculating as always. Christophe used to feel a bit irritated when he was constantly being sized up by his friend, but it was a gaze he had only just recently grown to accept.
"I was just concerned for the girl's safety." Gregory continues "Since the fatass is un—"
"Unstable, yes yes. We know." Christophe waves him off
Christophe turns his attention away as the need for nicotine to enter his bloodstream begins to flare up again. He looks around, quickly locating the nearest exit as the bell rings and the halls begin to clear.
"Come now before I punch one of these American pigs in the face for giving me those looks." Christophe tells his friend shortly
Christophe casually grabs his comrade by the collar of his layered shirts, proceeding to lead them both to the exit he had chosen. The school was barely monitored so they were able to leave easily.