Dean
Blair sighed. She'd committed herself to this duel, but what she really wanted to do was get out of school and back to her projects. She was still using a stock D-pad, but she felt like there were several improvements that could be made, and she wasn't a fan of it. That reminded her, she'd have to see if she could get a hold of the right paints. Maybe the art teacher would have it, but she'd more than likely have to find a specialty store.
Shaking her head, she moved toward the garden. She needed to refocus. She had been a decent duelist at one point, but that was a long time ago. Practice was desperately needed, like a machine whose gears gummed up with rust and filth after a decade of disuse. She ran the deck through her head, trying to remember how to implement the mechanics of the deck. She was so intent on this that she nearly walked into Dean, though she stopped short just before doing so. "Hello," she said curtly.