Itsuki felt a cold wind rush past him as absolutely nobody answered him. [color=a2d39c][b]"...Yup. I'm being ignored."[/b][/color] he said glumly, exiting the club room, trying to think of a way to make up for him messing up on the last contract. Well, at least from how he'd seen Faye regard the two, it seemed they definitely were new. Mulling over various thoughts about plans to put into: [i]Operation: I'm Sorry[/i], he made his way to his homeroom class, taking his seat that was disappointingly far away from the back left window of the classroom. Sighing once the break period was reached, Itsuki stretched back, using his chair to pop his back, before suddenly just about everyone crowded around Itsuki.

[i]"Drink Run time."[/i] he thought to himself as requests flooded in from various male, and female students, which he quickly took note of on a lime green notepad. Once he'd gathered the change from everyone who wanted a drink, Itsuki bolted off, having pulled a plastic bag out from his school bag, and racing off to the vending machine at breakneck speeds, a green blur racing past several people in the hall, and several teachers yelling for him to not run in the halls. Regardless, he reached his destination, the time-worn vending machine that held the daily essentials for his classmates to make it through the day. Taking a deep breath, he quickly inserted 100 yen coins, quickly reaching over 2000 yen inserted, his other hand immediately hitting the buttons for the drinks once they were ready, the motion fluid and beautiful, the true work of a master vending machine gopher.

As the last drink emerged, Itsuki inserted his own 100 yen, quickly pushing the button for what appeared to be a sort of orange soda, quickly kneeing it and catching it in his hand. Bagging the drinks, he dashed back and delivered them. Such is a day in the life of a gopher. Once everyone had there's, hollow thanks were thrown to him all around. He knew they really weren't all that grateful, given that it was just cheap drinks brought to them faster than if they'd all done in a line, but hey, he had to get his good deeds for the day done somehow. Siting in his desk, he promptly opened his can with a slight hiss emanating from it, downing the whole thing in a single, huge string of gulps, the fizzy orange tickling his tongue. [color=a2d39c][i]"STILL the best drink they got here..."[/i][/color] he thought to himself, as he collected everyone's recycling and placed it in the appropriate container.