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FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-22 10:21 pm (UTC)“What,” Winter says flatly.
Cinder grins over at her and finishes putting the poster over the front of her locker. It’s an ugly thing, really, but she’s proud of it, because she’s seventeen and she’s got nothing better to do. “What?” she echoes innocently.
The newspaper in Winter’s hand crumples into a ball in her fist. She glares at Cinder like she can unwind her, like she can peer through to the truth of her and figure out a ploy, a trick. “What,” she repeats, “are you doing?”
“Oh, this?” She gestures towards the poster on her locker and the dozens like it, covering the whole hallway. “My campaign.”
Winter inhales sharply, looking incensed. “Okay, first of all — that’s not — you can’t just campaign by putting pictures of your face all over the school and calling it a day. What do you want, Cinder?”
“Want?” she tilts her head, hums. “Why? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re doing —” Winter takes a deep breath, dropping the newspaper. Someone passing by the corridor kicks it away and it disappears into the crowd. “Why are you running for treasurer?”
Cinder eyes the blank space in her hand, the page in the newspaper where she knows Winter has written an eloquent essay applying for the same position, and shrugs. “Just felt like it.”
“And your qualifications are?”
She spins around, propping her hands on her hips. “Who the hell needs qualifications for a high school student council?”
Winter’s jaw works. Cinder loves it when she gets wound up. “Not you, apparently.”
“Exactly.” She kicks away a stray bit of paper that appears under her foot and prays to G-d it’s one of Winter’s stupid newspapers. Who even runs for treasurer through the newspaper, anyway?
She glares at Cinder for a moment longer, wordless, and finally settles on spitting out, “Well, good luck. I’ll see you around.”
She nods once, turns on her heel, and marches away. “Sure,” Cinder says to her retreating back.