[b][u]Robert Fallson - Slowly going blind[/u][/b]

[b]"Yeah sure, I'd love to come. Helping someone in need is my kind of thing, especially if it's a friend,"[/b] he replied to Delta, already considering his new teammate that he'd only known for a half hour a friend. In his peripheral vision, Robert noticed that people were turning away from their fellow classmates and toward the front of the room where the teacher was probably now standing. [b]"Talk to you after class, dude,"[/b] he said as he turned his attention to Oobleck.

Another day in history, another day of fun. At least for Robert. Most probably didn't enjoy history as much as he did. Robert was weird like that. It probably helped that he had been in class everyday from day one and had quickly adapted to Oobleck's fast-paced lectures. Still, no matter how much he loved the class, there was a basic, human necessity that called out to him: his stomach. As soon as the bell rang, Robert rushed toward the door to get to the cafeteria before the line. After taking what he thought would be a shortcut though, he found himself waiting at the very end, almost out the door of the large building.

Ten minutes passed before Robert finally escaped the line. During that time he had read Delta's message and sent a reply telling him that he'd find him as soon as he got his pizza. As the red-haired teen looked table to table to find his teammate, he realized that the bridge of his nose was beginning to get sore from having his glasses rest on it for so long. He removed his glasses momentarily to massage his aching nose with his index finger and thumb. It was only a second, but it was all Lady Luck needed to torment the poor boy again. A nearby group of students were busy playing with their food rather than eating it, and one specific boy was squeezing a small ketchup packet. The flimsy packet could not handle all the pressure being exerted on it and a small tear formed in it. A stream of the red condiment squirted out and made a beeline straight for for his eyes. [b]"Gah! Why'd it have to be the eyes again?"[/b] he said as began rubbing and blinking away the shear thinning fluid.

Spotting the familiar neutral colors of Delta's appearance, Robert sat at the seat across from him. [b]"Hey."[/b] He looked up to see a figure behind his teammate, but if it was someone familiar he couldn't tell, the acidic condiment still burned his eyes. [b]"Who's your friend?"[/b]