The one who throws rocks.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR gave her a raised eyebrow. Had she just seriously suggested that she'd help him train? He was astounded for a few moments before deciding to take the offer "Th-That'd be aw-awesome. I-I-I mean you su-su-sure? Y-Y-You don't ha-have to you." He knew that if she agreed to train with him that she'd probably start asking for more favours, but it would be so much better to train with someone who would let him go the full monty.

"I-I-I don't s-suppose you're g-g-gonna tell me wh-what k-k-kinda favour I'll be doing, will you?" The mucscles in his legs were beginning to ease off and he was pretty sure there was no more yelling down the hall.

[Demi Smith]

Ugh, more stuttering. Demi couldn't suppress a "tch" at that, fighting the urge to roll her eyes again. "Why not? Maybe you'll be less pathetic," she said, adding another shrug. "Somebody's gotta make you suck less. And can't you quit with all that," she gestured at him, "getting stuck on words stuff? It's annoying."

Demi refolded her arms and turned to look at a poster for a moment. Spanish, huh? So the world was big enough that there were several languages. Demi could recall that being mentioned before, but she hadn't really thought too much about it until now. Weird to think that there were already so many letters and words and people could just rearrange them for another language.

"Huh? Oh, that," Demi looked back at LDR. "Probably gonna have you do some homework for me or something. I don't get, like," she gestured back at the poster, "most of this junk anyway. You people make things way too complicated."

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Normallity had been achieved. The shin-kicking midget mood was back. LDR frowned a little when she asked him if he could stop stuttering "N-No...I st-st-stutter when I'm nervous or a-anxious...wh-which is all the time..." Why did everyone always ask about it... His eyes wandered down to his feet and tried to make it clear he didn't want to talk about it.

He gave her a small shrug when she mentioned doing her homework, it didn't make much difference he already did half a dozen bullies' homework. The comment about the stuuter had caused him to become quiet so they sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before he looked back up.

[Demi Smith]

Demi rolled her eyes as he mentioned why he stuttered. Nervous, anxious, and all the time. Gah, he reminded her so much of Andrew that it almost hurt. It definitely didn't help that Andrew had all but left her in the lurch, and now she had this guy to deal with. He seemed about ready to roll over.

"Oh c'mon!" Demi said, flinging her hands up. "Don't just---I know I'm freaking tough as nails and really cool and all, but you don't just have to roll over for me or something. Gah," Demi rolled her eyes, "how you people managed to live is just--" she let out a breath, looking back at LDR. "You know what, I changed my mind. I got other people to do my tutoring. They, like, make me. I'm gonna make the favor you owe me that you gotta train with me. I bet I can beat some of the nerves out of you, or at least give you something like a spine."

Demi had to grin wide at this, already loving just the idea of it, ready to practically start things right then and there. How cool would it be to get a speedster trained up and as tough as her? Pretty awesome, right? And if nothing else, she'd have someone to beat up for a bit. So win all around.