Aja opened her mouth to answer the girl. Instead of words, however, what escaped her was a surprised squeak when Ziya plonked down next to her. She looked over to see his familiar face (mask?) and managed a response.

[color=palegreen]"Morning,"[/color] she said with a smile. She didn't know him very well, but they always had classes together since they were in the same year and house. He was eccentric to say the least, and Aja found that he typically worked best in small doses, but he was nice enough. Aja turned back to the other girl. [color=palegreen]"Aella Strand, this is Lü Ziya. Lü Ziya, Aella Strand. I'm Aja Kay."[/color] Aja had been meaning to ask Aella if she was alright, but she doubted the girl wanted to divulge all her problems to two strangers. So instead, she just explained, [color=palegreen]"We're in Warren together. Fifth year. He's very politically minded."[/color] She turned to her classmate, then. [color=palegreen]"So Ziya, how goes dismantling the ruling bourgeois class?"[/color] If Aella couldn't confide in them, then at least they could distract her. Small talk didn't exactly seem to be her forte anyway.

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[color=wheat]"Since Sacramento,"[/color] Jules answered Lars. A smile was still stretched wide across his face as his laughter died down. [color=wheat]"And come on, I bet they love all the attention I give them! They'd never hold a grudge against me."[/color] Of course, by 'attention' he meant 'constant use of them as pawns in his pranks.' He was about to say something else when he was cut off by some unholy rumbling. Jules snapped his mouth shut and turned to look at the blonde girl sitting next to him. Oh yeah. He'd completely forgotten about her. In his defense though, he'd been talking to [i]Lars[/i]. Pretty, funny, cool Lars…

[color=wheat]"Uh, wow,"[/color] he said, snapping out of his thoughts. [color=wheat]"That was actually really impressive."[/color] His smile was back on his face, but then he remembered that sounds like that typically weren't a great thing. [color=wheat]"But seriously, are you ok? Like… have you eaten or something?"[/color] He remembered the sandwich he'd brought down from his room and scrambled to pick it up from where it was resting beside him on the couch. [color=wheat]"Do you want part of this? I already started eating it, but I don't have cooties or anything like that. I could tear off the part I bit if you want."[/color]