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[Snake's in his personal quarters, looking about as languid as he typically has been. He's propped back in his chair. Binder's flipped open. He appears to be grading... something. Probably an essay on what everyone learned at the Box Camp. At least the people who went. Anyone who didn't and wrote an essay was probably spouting bullshit.

Good thing he can bullshit real well.]

Huh. Last time I was going to say something, I was getting hit on by a woman - and not in the good way. [It's true. Last time he was on the network, Eli was beating him down for being drunk. He's amazingly sober this time around.]

I've got some good news for my students. [He waves some loose papers back and forth.] These aren't half bad. I'm beginning to think you guys are actually listening.

[A pause.]

Bad news is. If you didn't show up to that outing and you turned something in anyway, you're not getting any credit for it. Because you weren't there. I guess your punishment is that you have to eat a panel of a box. If you have any questions about what that's like, go see Captain Falcon and Instructor Aran. I'm sure they can tell you all about it.

[He can too, but he's not going to.] Next paper's going to be on the evolution of boxes and their advancements over time. [In short, come to another class of Boxes 101 where Snake pretends to be this guy named Pliskin and spouts random crap for forty-five minutes to an hour.]

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[Don't think she missed that potential note there. She might have blushed a little, or maybe that was just the computer screen being dumb. At any rate, she did look mildly embarrassed in general.]

I wish I could say yes, cause I was actually looking forward to it...

[She backed up from her computer a bit so that her sling was more obviously a sling, giving it a vague point with her other arm.]

A survival trip was just going to aggravate things more than I already did on my own, unfortunately.

[He leaned over to get a better look at her. Oh. She was hurt. He almost asked, but on second thought, felt it wasn't really any of his business and he didn't have a place to ask.

But he still wanted to. Well, he supposed he could anyway. After all, she could simply not answer if she didn't want to, and he'd accept that.]

What'd you do?

[To his benefit, Blue didn't feel like she had anything to hide.]

Got a bit more involved in that shadowball robotcalypse from the beginning of the school year than I would have liked. It turns out that fractured shoulders take a while to heal if you keep trying to do things.

[His benefit indeed.

His eyebrows furrowed as he listened, because that whole thing wasn't too recent. Not that he'd forgotten it or anything.]

You've been dealing with that since the beginning of the school year? So over a month. And you're just now getting it looked at. Or tending to it.

[He didn't have to say how disapproving he was.]

[She quickly lifted her hand and waved it in front of herself, fast to try and correct herself.]

Oh, no, don't think I'm that irresponsible...! I had my hospital visits- [and escape attempts] -and all of that. I should be set to stop wearing this within the week, actually. I've been good, promise.

[His look was skeptical, but if she said she'd been behaving... Then he supposed he hadn't seen anything personally to contradict that. He had to take her at her word.]

Then when you're done recovering, if you want a tutoring session on what you missed, we can set that up.

[But he knew there was nothing she missed that was vital, so if anything it was just an excuse to see her.]

Would I get out of eating a box?

The moment you explained why you weren't present, it was a good reason to not have you eat a box.

[Broken arms weren't exactly in her control.]