He stops for a second to look for your sash. When he finally spots it, he offers you a small, sad smile.
“The color system really is lacking, isn’t it?” He says solemnly before showing you his own sash.
“My name is Jett,” he says, loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. A large smile stretches across his face as he asks for your name.
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Onomatopoeia To The Rescue!
she/her pronouns ples
you can break these bones of mine
I’m still the Champion