From his position on the ground, Gregory groaned slightly. Consciousness was slowly returning, and with it, his senses. As a result, he was now feeling very, very sore. Truthfully, the Reaper should be counting his lucky stars that he was just sore; had he been a moment slower in twisting to the side when his colleague let loose with a rage-powered miniature particle beam, he would be less sore, and more in need of a trip to the infirmary. After all, a particle beam to the chest was little to laugh over. Not that Stein felt like laughing, because just plain breathing was unpleasant. He'd evaded most of the attack, thanks in large part to his handy "Oh God I'm In Danger of Death" sense, but nevertheless, his shirt was a little worse for wear.

Slowly, accompanied by an exaggerated grimace, he pushed himself into a sitting position. His eyes swept once over the room to the left, once to the right, before fixing on two items; his now-spilled coffee, and the now-fallen box of donuts. Another grimace.

"Well, that's an interesting start to the day."
 
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"Well, it hasn't been going on for very long, sir." Abraham replied politely, not seeming all that surprised by Daichi's sudden appearance. Based upon age and behavior, he wasn't likely to be a student; Probably a faculty member or a similar role. As such, it made sense for him to inquire about the students's stay at the academy so far. The swordsman paused long enough to take a sip of his water, before speaking again.

"It's been interesting so far, though. The faculty and students are a little odd, but they seem good at what they do. There was a minor incident yesterday, but it was dealt with quickly. The janitor must be very good at their job, because there's no sign of it now."

[i]Lava dragon golems. 'Minor incident'. Kid, either you're gutsy or a master of the understatement. I haven't decided which.[/i]