They were just a pair of bodies, emitting muffled snores as an individual buried their nostrils into a mess of hair and one snugged into the crook of a neck. The pair were pressed against each other, under the covers and the bright lights of spirits. The warmth against Roy's cheeks, in particular, comforted him into sleep the previous night and kept him locked into place until late in the morning. He'd awoken to rustling and the heat of Thael's chest vanishing; the coldness that followed threatened to fully rouse him, but Roy only mumbled himself back to sleep as his significant other got dressed and promptly left. It felt too early, 9:00 A.M. at best.

It felt like seconds before he'd awake again, though the clock on their nightstand shown 10:00 A.M.—about the right time he'd usually wake up. The ringing that quickly followed forced him to fully awaken. Then, a noisy pop resounded in the dorm room behind him, followed by a scream, then a very loud, very bellicose, "ROYCE PUCK GUYVERS!" in a high pitched voice. With the way they reacted—very belligerently and with a numerous amount of yells and shouts—Freddy might as well be his mother. But, all of that was his cue to leave, and hastily.

Grabbing a pair of clean underwear, and strewn articles of clothing, Roy fled the premises the moment Fred came out in all of his rainbow, glittery glory. The ensuing chase was his morning exercise. 

What went through Roy's mind last night as he set the trap up was probably alcohol and even more alcohol. He remembered throwing up in Freddy's laundry basket, as well, and maybe a few drawers; drinking with a full stomach, and then eating afterwards, wasn't his brightest idea. The 'art herpes', as Freddy called it, was one of his better, if not messier, antics. The glitter bomb was the only actual thing he’d planned on spewing in Freddy’s room. Recalling any of it, though, aside from the fact that it was a prank that he set up whilst inebriated (another proud moment for him), came up as a blurry haze. He'd done enough of this to know what to do next.

The rest of those few minutes were quite simple: Roy had lost Fred, like he usually did, and made his way down to the mess hall. He'd spotted Olivia in the god awful line, listening to some pompous blonde drone on. Fearing he'd get dragged into it, Roy ducked between a few tables until he'd found his way around some groups too busy in their chatting to notice Roy hovering above them. Finding unattended and uneaten food during this time was his specialty, and standing in line was not. After scooping up an ample amount of food from unsuspecting victims, Roy gave Olivia a curt wave as he moved past her, before making his way back to a secluded seat. The announcement, however, forced him to stop, half of a hot dog stuffed into into his mouth. It took a moment to register, but when it did the largest smile broke across his face and he immediately changed course for his dorm room to grab his uniform and take the quickest shower of his life.

Afterwards, he sneaked back into his room, making sure Freddy was no where to be found, grabbed the dozen or so hot dogs, and scurried off toward the designated building. This was, to be honest, very surprising to him. Who would have thought, of all people, Roy would be among the few accepted into SWARG. He'd not be surprised if the majority of his friends asked if he'd done anything stupid. Roy wasn't enough of an idiot to mess with most of administration.

Roy had had a moment to think before anyone arrived—at least before a few of them—going over his time spent at the academy. It wasn't the most pleasant decade and a half, or about, but Roy had his fair share of lovely memories. They more than made up for the times he'd been sitting in the brig for almost killing a few students, or the time he set one of his teachers on fire. To be honest, he was fairly sure he'd smoked some kind of intoxicating substance during that fiasco. At least, he convinced himself that he'd have to be high to set someone on fire. If not for Olivia working her magic, pulling some strings, he'd have been kicked out his first year. Of course, as he grew older, nothing much changed; he still did the same stupid things and screwed up more than he could count on his fingers and toes. The only difference being that he grew cleverer, and learned how to better cover his tracks. Roy never much changed from the manipulative bastard that he was and there really were only a few things he regretted doing, one being how he started his relationship out with Thael.

He'd never tell the big lug because, whether he admitted or not, he really did care for him, but he was never really in it for the long haul when they first started out. In fact, the relationship started because Roy felt vindictive over an ex of his; they'd ended it pretty harshly. Well, harshly enough to warrant Roy's anger. What he didn't expect was to get something other than maybe a good time out of Thael. He remembered clearly stating that, "This is a friends-with-benefits kind of deal..." but Thael must have been too busy daydreaming to hear anything but muffled, "I love yous." Thael had offered him quite a bit of things he'd never experienced, being cared about in a romantic way among one of them. Yet, there was always a nagging feeling in the back of Roy's mind that it'd end badly for both of them and what worried him the most was that it'd be him. But, there were more important things ahead of them than romance and whatever that entailed.

Setting up shop by the stairs, he spotted Thael the moment he came striding in. "Nabbed some food just in case you didn't get a chance to eat," he said. A bright smile was plastered on his face as he presented the plate of hot dogs. "They're a bit cold, but it's food and they're still Windsurfer quality hot dogs."

Coughing, he set the plate of food down on the secretary's counter, garnering a glare and snide remark from her. With his hands deep inside his pockets, he gave Thael the goofiest smile he could muster before looking back at the entrance as more of his friends filed in. He made sure to point out the hot dogs. Breakfast still remained the most important meal of the day, even a late one and stealing it from others was one of the ways Roy showed he cared about his friends.