B-Side
The crack of a tree branch jolted Celine out of her half-dozing, half-dreaming daze. For the first minute after Roboutique sat down across from her, neither of them said anything.
Class 1B's cooperation wasn't always splendid, or even passable. Once upon a time, one might have argued they were even more fractured than the prime freshman class. Their complete switch-up in this regard was not a tsunami - rather, it was the running of a docile river. Slowly, but surely.