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Labrys had always been a firm believer of repayment. If one were to wreck her council, she would naturally give them the punishment they deserved. Or, when people helped her out, she was obliged to give them her aid in return. She didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, even more when she was in debt of the young man’s help. Leaning closer to him with a piercing gaze, the android repeated her offer once more, only this time it wasn’t an option.
“No, I insist. We should help each other out in times of need, don’t we? I offer my company and help in return for your aid.” Sticking her chin up higher in the air, she had a haughty tone as she mentioned: “You should be honored to have the Student Council President, Labrys following you, you know.”
At the mention of her name, Labrys’ face lighted up as if something had dawned upon her. Looking at him, she tried to ask in the friendliest way possible (she did know that she wasn’t being amiable, after all) about his name. It came out more like an inquiry though, but it was better than being rude.
“You… what’s your name?”
It was an old concept. Equivalent exchange, an eye for an eye, common courtesy… it all meant the same thing. To pay back what is owed. And indeed, Oswald would like to believe that the world was nice enough to adhere to it. This stern girls certainly seemed to believe it was important, and he wouldn’t begrudge her that opinion. Especially since it didn’t seem as if this little bird lover was going to have a choice in the matter…
“… That seems fair.” A slight smile. Not many people would be willing to help out the pudgy teen back at home. They probably would have laughed in his face or refused any assistance he would have attempted to provide. But never mind them; they weren’t fit to associate with a Cobblepot, after all. No good pretenders, the whole lot of them.
“A Student Council President? My, I didn’t realize I was in the presence of authority.” But that was said sincerely, without any sarcastic inflection. It would really explain her commanding tone and forceful nature. But that was fine. He’d been intimidated just from the fact that she was a girl. That’s what education at a single gender school does. “Oh… my name? I am Oswald Cobblepot, but most people just call me Oswald. It’s a pleasure.”
