It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
Lorica resists the temptation to crack her helmet open enough to try them.
"Er. Yes, okay, I amend the question to 'should I take him up on it, would that hurt my chances with you?'"
"...I'm really uncertain how much detail it's appropriate to go into here."
"I can't exactly quantify into numerical terms how good your chances are to begin with," Lorica says. "It doesn't necessarily make sense for you to be - I probably should've just told you to go ahead."
"Eh. For now, don't think it's quite worth the risk. Dauntless is cute but that's about the extent of it."
"It didn't actually come up, I was just talking to him and it occurred to me that he's graduating so there won't be as many opportunities in the future." Pause. "I mean, I wouldn't even be thinking about it if past interactions didn't lead me to believe he'd be willing, but."
"I've never known Dauntless to be a casual makeouts person."
"He probably isn't, I don't think it'd be as easy as coming up to him and asking, but before I decided to actually, you know, invest any time in it, I wanted to ask."
"Let it never be said that I'm not at least trying to think about things before doing them."
"This isn't exactly the same as previous recklessnesses, but noted."