public service announcement

Elections. Milo used to barely care about such things, hardly anywhere near relevant to him- he'd always had bigger problems, never been more involved than necessary in his previous school. Starlight was… bigger, brighter. Still distant to him, but different. Perhaps he'd be more invested here. There were hopes.

If anything, it was an eventful place, and it was hard not to pay attention. Especially when your best friend was a drama loving menace, and felt the need to text you about all the random shenanigans occurring. Something happening in the courtyard, regarding elections and… some punk yelling. Milo agreed, begrudgingly, to go see what was up and report back with gossip later on. He needed some fresh air from their dorm room anyway.

He managed to get down there while the shenanigans-causer was a little into his speech, and squinted a bit.

Ow, the edge.

The words coming out of this guy's mouth made a sort of sense to Milo, but. There was something. Hm. He had a feeling, and his feelings weren't usually wrong…

Additionally. Was this guy running, or what? What the fuck was even happening, specifically? Where was this going? Milo huffed, and easily elbowed his way forward through the small crowd.

"Nice monologue," Milo said dryly, standing directly in front of the boy on the bench. "Very theatrical. I have a few questions. What's your actual plan? Is there another vaguely meaningful ramble for that, or actual action of some kind? How about more specific complaints than 'ugh, those darn popular kids'? Let's hear it."

A sneer pulled at Milo's lips, and if that megaphone had been in his face a moment longer, he would've snatched the damn thing and chucked it- especially to see if this nerd would've gone running after it. But whatever.

"Fantastic. How about you use your own actions as an example, then? What kind of issues would you like to talk about? Nothing's holding you back right now. Show everyone what makes you better than them."

"Ah. Now we're actually getting somewhere," Milo said, tilting his head. "Say. If you're so dissatisfied, and if you think you have the better ideas and ability, why don't you run?"

Sort-of-well-meaning edgelord's feet were absolutely glued to the bench now.

"Nothing much. I'm just wondering if you're going to live up to any of the random drama you've started, see it all through. We'll see, won't we?"

"You're a part of 'these people', not just as a symbol, as a person. You're in the category of being able to start something significant, by your own logic," Milo said, sighing. "You don't have to be so… this about it. I thought your whole rant was about there being too many image obsessed candidates and not enough honest caring. You're being hypocritical."

Then, Milo… first squinted, and after that, slowly started laughing. "Uh. That's not really a win, since I've been pushing you to do something more action-based this whole time. Well done though, thank you for listening, I'm flattered." He reached out and gave the other a few pats as a consolation prize, and retracted his hand before it could be swatted at.

"Oh, hey. If it's so easy to go for, and you think there should be less fake popular kids running, maybe I should do it too. Hmm. I do have a lot of free time right now. Sure, why not."

Milo had been catching on from the start, and it looked like the other was now as well. He was thoroughly amused by just how easy this guy was, though, oh man. The rambling continued, as did the deeper digging of his very self made hole. You got yourself into this situation, pal, now it's your responsibility to get yourself out of it.

Milo grinned sharply in return to that strained smile. "Thanks. I try."

"Oh yes. Reason and will to help the community." That wasn't too bad sounding, really. He shrugged.

It sounds like you're just trying to spite me.

What a self absorbed thing to think. But at the same time...

Milo leaned in. "If that was the case, we'd have something in common, wouldn't we?" He said, voice lowered, eyebrows raised.

He took on a more sunny look at he stepped back again. "Why, we've inspired each other so much and haven't even been introduced. I'm Milo Constantin." He offered his hand to shake, and that could hardly be refused in this public setting, could it? "I only wish you the best of luck in your ever so respectable, selfless candidacy."