[h3]Delta Snow - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZyenjZseXA]”What happens in Vale, stays in Vale”[/url][/h3]

(Changing the text color of Delta so it’s a bit more noticeable.  ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ )

[color=#5A4FCF]”So… Are you sure we should still leave him be?”[/color] Eve whispered to Delta as they both stared at Robert a few rows down, who still had talked with either of his teammates.  The man was wallowing in self-pity.  Both of them were witnessing the plight of a bespectacled adolescent, twiddling his thumbs, drowning in a sea of angst.  [color=#778899]”Eh.  This is kind of nostalgic.  Remember that one guy from boot?  Name started with a Y?  Cried for his mother the first day we were there?”[/color] The two bared a striking resemblance, since nobody seemed to answer their cries for help.  

[color=#5A4FCF]”How about now?”[/color] Eve poked again worriedly, Delta slightly shook his head instantaneously in response.  [color=#778899]”A little bit longer.  Let’s see if he notices or something happens.”[/color] Finally, a beacon of hope waltzed over to the loner, bearing gifts of conversation and recognition of his existence.  Whatever she was saying was inaudible over the bounds of volume emanating from the slew of topics being flung about the room, but at least she was chatting with the redhead.  

A sigh of relief slipped out of his lips, allowing him to ease his posture.  [color=#778899]”It’s alright, besides…”[/color] The student trailed of when he heard someone beckoning for him from behind.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw Grane next to what he presumed to be an old friend of his, with a grin wider than the circumference of Remnant’s sun stretched across his face.  He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to see the guy in such a giddy state.  Delta presumed Grane sported a scowl 24/7, but it just goes to show one can’t judge a book by its cover.  Well, unless that cover is drenched in scotch, then maybe a conclusion or two could be made.  The boy tilted his head at the hand motion his comrade made, it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was supposed to make his way over to the two.  

He quietly pushed his chair back and paced towards them.  They seemed to be reminiscing over something, maybe about their probably colorful past with each other.  Grane promptly introduced the faunus of the hour as Gren Orchid.  Delta peered down at the outstretched hand and slowly leveled his own, still a bit new to socializing with people his age.  [color=#778899]”Likewise.  Oh, last name’s Sn-”[/color] 

All at once the rage of a thousand young suns set upon his volar region.  The student winced slightly, but kept an overall blank expression as the two shook hands, [color=#778899]”...-ow.”[/color] He managed to eek out the last fragment of the sentence before he retracted his hand back into solace.  The boy rolled up each phalange, just to make sure they were still operational.  Grane spurred on the conversation by bringing up their team leader, who they had only known for about an hour at the most.  He did find it a bit early to start making statements, but given Robert’s uneasy demeanor, the faunus’ comments were warranted.  [color=#778899]”Well, there’s still much left to be seen.  I wouldn’t critically analyze him yet.  I’ve had a few squadmates in the past who started circulating assumptions of other members, ended up creating a whole incohesive unit.”[/color] He firmly stated, then took a double take on Robert, [color=#778899]”But even I’ll admit that he needs a morale boost.”[/color] Delta commented with his monotonous tone, plucking a stack held together by tattered rubber bands and thereby proceeded to pocket it.  At least Gren came prepared, perhaps he would pursue a life of an entrepreneur after he retires as a huntsman.  He certainly found a way to get on people's good sides.  That steak sounded pretty alluring right now.  

[color=#5A4FCF]”You’re right, we haven’t even checked out the city yet!  It will be a good learning experience~.  Maybe we’ll find a few restaurants which prepare chicken!”[/color] Oh yeah.  [i]That’s[/i] why birds hated Eve.  The familiar had remained silent during the entire conversation and finally decided to chime in.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Oh, sorry.  I’m Delta’s semblance, Eve.  Pleased to meet you, Gren.”[/color] It bowed its head as a greeting, [color=#778899]”I’ve got a person or two in mind.  I’ll grab… What did you refer to him as again?  [i]’Sad Sack’[/i]?”[/color] He spun around on the ball of his foot and began to descend the steps leading to Robert’s row.

[color=#5A4FCF]”You’re not drinking.”[/color]

[color=#778899]”I know.”[/color] Delta followed up without skipping a beat.

[color=#5A4FCF]”Not a single drop.”[/color]

The boy stopped next to Robert and a student he was conversing with.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Hey Robert!  What’s with the sullen look?  Anyways, Delta was wondering if you wanted to go out with him and a few classmates later on.  It’d be nice to have another person who knows their way around the city on board!”[/color] The young soldier presented not one, but two cards in his palm.  Eve raised an eyebrow, but suddenly picked up on what its companion was denoting, [color=#5A4FCF]”Oh, and you’re free to come along too, miss…?”[/color] Eve trailed off as it looked up at the girl.  She appeared to be the same age as Delta, armed with cyanic irises which mesmerized the familiar.  A whole lot more interesting than the monochrome slate grey the student bearing it was born with.  Hopefully her name was just as interesting.