Emlyn froze up when Jack slighted his name, and a scowl followed quickly afterwards. This boy, Jack, was going to prove interesting; his speed seemed to extend out to his speech, and his wit. He might have grown irritated at the boy, but he wasn't afforded the time.
Savan spoke up.
Again with the slighting. Again with "Emmy". Where Jack had been annoyingly sage in his advice, Savan was outright teasing. Who was this...this nobody kid to just spring up and speak to him that way? And what in the living hell was that last bit about? Emlyn felt a chill run up his spine, but shelved it for then. The ignorance, the condescension was suffocating and stuck in his throat like a foul paste that he couldn't quite chip away at enough to speak. For a moment or two he just passed angry-eyed looks between Jack and Savan, looking on the verge of words but seemingly unable to voice them. His reply didn't come until Auriel's voice had just barely broken the air, and Emlyn might actually have felt bad about cutting him off if he weren't so tunnel-visioned.
"My name is Emlyn you mongoloid, Emlyn!" He snapped, most of his focus on Savan. "Your name might be worthless, but I value mine. In a few months time people will know who I am, and if you're lucky enough maybe you'll be able to ride my coattails."
He turned and tossed a bag onto the other top bunk, before climbing up. Not exactly a dramatic exit to an angry outburst, but he wasn't thinking clearly with his mind still a tad hazy from the test. He peered down at the others from there, chin tilted up like some posh noble striding down an old street.
"I think we'd do best to stay here, for now, wouldn't be polite to go around spreading the sickness we seem to have," he muttered, narrowed eyes honed on Savan.