Bobby (Dust)Location: The Hammer
Years of being on the short end of the stick on almost everything had a tendancy to make one really suspicious of friendly people offering assistance with no thought of something in return.
It usually meant they were up to something and you were about to get burned."What naked teacher? And what do you want with Bruce?"
Sure the guy tried to stab him, but it was hard not to be a little protective when he used to be one of the few people watching your back.
He glanced over as Mary interrupted them. He knew her by sight, if not personally. Cute, athletic, didn't run in his circles, but didn't try to strip him and stuff him in a locker either."Uh, maybe,"
Bobby reached for his pockets, stopping as he patted the one with the knife.
Yeah, he wasn't reaching in there. He dug around and pulled out a battered old pen which had been stuffed into his inside pocket at the end of a class some time ago, "I don't know if it works or not... But Mrs. Darque keeps a whole bunch of them by the cash register, just ask Shadow for one if that doesn't work."