After he sternly issued an order to the newly acquainted team, Ozpin scanned over each of their faces to assure his words found their way into their skulls before taking his leave.  The three were left in dead silence, with only the ambience of rustling trees and straggling students returning to their classes to compensate for the lack of conversation.  Judging from how the other two uneasily moved in place, Delta was the only one who knew that the team leader they were tasked to seek was standing right beside them.  Now the only challenge was breaking the ice.  

The only leverage Grane had on Robert was merely a greeting and a few curses before a faculty member came to collect the two at the docks.  It was a chance meeting, having arrived at the same time, they ended up bumping into each other.  Literally.  Delta, being the smaller of the two, obviously fell onto his rear, and was chastised for endangering the wellbeing of a certain beverage he later pledged to keep quiet about.  After all, Grane did seem to be a bit on the older side, he had probably already built up a tolerance to alcohol.  The same case applied to Delta, albeit he never consumed drinks designed to wash away the worries of adults, he had been around soldiers who inhaled more beer bottles than bullets they ever shot.  

They could probably hold their liquor just as well as Grane, if not, even better.  

The boy’s nose scrunched up at the memory of the smell of the stuff, which resulted in him letting out a tired sigh, the first noise emitted out of the trio.  He made eye contact with the two and spent more time than necessary choosing his words.  After all, this would technically be the first words to transpire between the recently founded, yet still incomplete team.  It was to be considered a milestone event.  [color=#F8F8FF]”Well… Er-”[/color]

[color=#5A4FCF][b]”GET DOWN!  IT’S A SEAGULL!”[/b][/color] Whimpered Eve as it burrowed deeper into the makeshift leather pouch.  Delta stared down at the embodiment of his semblance with only contempt in his eyes.  He then looked up to the sky and confirmed that there was indeed the faint outline of a bird high above.  For some odd reason, birds of flight always had a craving for the familiar, even though it held no nutritional value whatsoever.  They were right under a ginormous tower, what else would they expect?  Delta calmly zipped the pouch shut, which instantly incited muffled cries for sunlight.  

The boy tugged on one of his hat’s straps and cleared his throat, [color=#F8F8FF]”As I was saying, we should proceed to our classroom, and drop our belongings off during lunch.  [i]Team leader[/i], we’re still new to the campus.  Would you mind leading the way?”[/color] His putting a little emphasis on his designation for Robert was his roundabout way of telling Grane that they had already completed their initial task.  [color=#F8F8FF]”Oh, and um… Is there by chance a vending machine with canned coffee on the way?”[/color]
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Delta sighed out of relief after he gulped down a sip of the bitter beverage.  Better yet, the machine sold them already heated.  Technology had surely come a long way.  Nowadays, androids and abruptly surfaced dust applications took presidence in the news, but nobody spared any time for the little things which made everyday life just that much better.  If Delta was an adolescent of faith, he would thank the deity or deities in power for giving the raw materials necessary to make such a convenient way to distribute coffee.  

[color=#5A4FCF]”Oi.  Delta.  Are you zoning out again?  Wait, didn’t you have a cup of that stuff before we boarded the airship?”[/color] The student peered down at the tiny familiar sitting primly on his hat.  He shook his head in response while running a hand through grey locks of hair.  It felt odd with that piece of apparel absent, but his father advised to not wear his hat in class, as it was considered disrespectful by most teachers.  Almost entirely circular eyes narrowed at his nonchalant composure, still not satisfied with the silent answer.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Is it alright if I talk to Grane and Robert?  I want to get to know our cohorts.”[/color] Following his normal fashion, Delta mutely nodded to give the little being of energy the go ahead.  

Eve giddily jumped on the hat before pacing its way over to the edge of Delta’s desk, [color=#5A4FCF]”How’s it going you two?  Oh, do any of you two have some spare notebook paper?  Delta forgot to pack some this morning, and I’d like him to  have a tangible version of his notes.  History’s next, right?  I hope Delta and Grane can get up to speed fast!  Also, what’s for lunch today?  Mind telling me a little bit about yourselves?”[/color] Eve machine-gunned multiple topics, after all, the semblance hadn’t gotten too many chances to speak with teenagers over the past years.  

Delta’s gaze strayed off towards the doorway, where his and Grane’s luggage resided.  A lethargic flow of students trickled into the classroom.  Had all of them abandoned their seats for the spectacle which was a boy with a sewn mouth shrouded in mystery?  There was only a few minutes left in the class.  [color=#F8F8FF][i]”I wonder if the professor will introduce us.  If I remember correctly, all of these students are in my next class, I think.”[/i][/color] Delta thought to himself as he took another sip of the coffee.  He could have fared just fine without the milk already mixed into the drink.