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Test Scene
A less composed individual would be fidgeting nervously, wringing their palms and looking up and down the hallway impatiently, rather than sitting up straight and still, almost as if standing at attention.

A less self-assured individual would be wondering if they'd really done the right thing, cold-sweating with indecision, rather than sitting with a poker face.

Thankfully for Angelo Michel Bennet, he knew he had done the right thing. It wasn't that rules weren't to be respected. Rules kept you safe. Rules helped build successful societies. Especially rules laid down, in draft form if not the final legal niceties, by the Lensherr family.

But that... that... NEANDERTHAL had gotten what he deserved. Not only had the miscreant said very rude things about Alissa, and not only had he refused to apologize, he'd gone on to talk about Giovanna. Steps had needed to be taken.

A backhand across the face, since there had been no actual gauntlet handy, had seemed appropriate to open the corrective action.

Although the consecutive blows to the head and abdomen, a number of which Angelo had received in turn, might have been the point at which an adult should have been called for instead. He supposed Gio would have had a comment about it being fitting, given that he never wanted to be considered too attractive. He cracked the tiniest of smiles at that musing.

A squeaking of chairs against the floor inside the administrator's office heralded the conclusion of his parents' discussion. He swallowed, but not hard, as he stood.