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[A loud clatter was heard through the hallway as Beat wrestled with the vending machine. While the noise was impossible to ignore but not a single soul walked up to help the poor boy. Instead many chose to walk past him, snickering at his misfortune. And what a misfortune it was. It might've been fine were it was a simple problem but things have escalated beyond that.

The vending machine in question was quite old and there was a certain ritual that needed to be done to get your desired item. Everyone knew about the ritual, even Beat. But somehow he had forgotten about it when he placed his change into the machine, blinded by his eagerness for the last candy bar in the row. Everything had gone without a hitch. Mostly. The machine accepted his payment, he punched the necessary combination, the coil turned and the candy bar fell... Fell forward to lean up against the glass that is, its tip still holding on to the remaining unturned coil. That's when the pounding and shaking began, yet the candy bar refused to budge.

In a last ditch effort to retrieved his prize, Beat stuck his hand into the machine's flap and reached upward, trying to reach for it. After two failed attempts, he tried to reach in even further, his fingertips brushing up against the wrapper. He wiggled his fingers, hoping to finally find purchase— only to wind up latching his wristband on to one of the lower coils.

Which brings us to the present. Beat struggled with the machine for a while now, trying to free his hand from the machine to no avail. He grumbled beneath his breath, taking a momentary break from his scuffle.]

Seriously, yo? I jus' wanted to get a snack.

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[As soon as his hand was free, he pulled it out of the vending machine and held it in his other hand. He closed it into a fist and opened it again, rolling it from the joint.]

You got no idea how good that feels, yo. Was really startin' to cramp up.

[She gives him a little salute as she starts to get to her feet.]

Glad I could help! Sorry you didn't get your snack in the end though...That's gotta be a bummer.

[As pulled himself up to his full height, Beat couldn't help but look at the candy bar leaning up against the vending machine's glass, teetering on the row's edge as if mocking him. He let out an annoyed snort before turning back to Ty Lee.]

Yeah, but I guess it could be worse, you know? Like I could still be stuck in there.

[He gestured towards the vendo, looking all too sheepish.]

Yo, I'm still thinkin' 'bout grabbin' something to eat. [A beat.] Do ya wanna join me? My treat.

And then you would have had to spend the night here! [Ty Lee can't help but pull a face. She likes the social aspect of school, but god help her if she were ever trapped here. It wasn't like there was anything fun to do here without anyone else on the school grounds.]

Wha -

[She tilts her head, almost surprised at the offer. Was it true that she may have wanted to spend more time with him since she got back? Maybe. But she had quickly been wrapped up in so many other things that she'd rarely had any time to spend time let alone tease him - which, she remembered, had been one of her favourite things to do.]

Weeelll, I did have a meeting to go to. [She pauses and gives him a cheeky little smile.] But I guess since there's no one there half as cute as you offering to buy me a snack I guess I could skip it just this once.

Wha— I ain't cute!

[Beat's cheeks color several shades of red as soon as the compliment of sorts leave her mouth. There were many things he'd call himself but cute was definitely not one of them. He tries his best to regain his composure and power through with his invitation.]

I at leas' owe you for helpin' me out, y'know?

[Or so he says. He'd actually been trying to find an opportunity to hang out with her again. Beat would be lying to himself if he didn't at least admit to himself that he found her attractive. If there was anyone who was cute between the two of them, he'd say that it was her in an instant.]

'Sides, ain't like missin' one meeting's gonna hurt. If I was the one goin', I woulda quit goin' a long time ago.

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