"You know, normaly, such a stunt would have gotten you expelled. However, since all of this is new for you, I'm willing to let you go. All I want is an apologie, either now, or later, and in any format you want." The person sitting behind the desk said calmly.
Camazotz looked at them with a somewhat vacant stare. He didn't have pride, but even if he did, it wouldn't be the thing that made him turn around and walk out the principal's office without a word. He didn't feel like this was an injustice, he knew well what he did and that it was bad.
``why do I feel like this? Back then, I would chuckle and mock humans while hearing them scream. But now... I feel like... no. I don't know what I feel. Is there even a word to describe it? Why? Why? Why did I have to be one of those 'historical and mythological figures' as they call us that somehow popped back into existence these past few months... I just want to go back to Xibalba...``
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"Tsk..." Camazotz's eyes narrowed as he stopped walking. "Did I hurt you?" The one he bumped in asked. That person was so tall, so handsome, and with a physique that would put most olympic athletes to shame. And those blonde hair barely reaching his chest. All of it only accentuated by the numerous tattoos over his arms and the visible part of his collarbones. Sigurd, the legendary hero. He deserved to be here, he was a hero!
"Get out my way." Camazotz coldly repplied, before stepping to the side and walking past Sigurd. He was internaly regreting making a human appearance this... Short, shorter than even most girls, actualy. Then finding reasons in his head for why he 'couldn't' change it now, as if convincing himself it was a final choice, something that couldn't be undone, even if he could literaly just grow or shorten himself as easily as normal people blink and breathe.