[center][h1]Grane Blauer[/h1][/center]

History- A subject that could quickly turn into hell on earth with certain teachers, but Grane somehow managed to keep his sanity by the end of class. It was soon lunch time, and Gren invited him to meet his team. [color=004b80]"Yeah, I'll meet you there. I'll invite my team too later alrite? Peace." [/color] He wondered how Gren's new team would be- Hopefully they'd get along, but if they were anything like Gren, then they'd get along quite easy peasy lemon squeezy. Receiving a text from Delta that he would go on to the dorm ahead without em, he decided to head to the cafeteria.

Grane stopped on the way to the cafeteria, seeing Gren in what he assumed was a deli- It was hard to miss the guy after all. He saw Gren sitting down, engaging in conversation with a few other people. IT would probably be easier to have the meeting in the deli anyway, seeing as those people around Gren might be his teammates. Pulling out his scroll, and finding another text from Delta, he painfully pressed each key one by one to create a message. He still wasn't used to it, but Grane managed to send a reply.


[quote][b]To:[/b] [color=004b80]Delta Snow, Robert Fallson[/color]
[b]From:[/b] [color=004b80]Grane Blauer[/color]
[b]Subject:[/b] [color=004b80]Invitation.[/color]

[color=004b80]Yo Robert, Delta. Meet me at the Deli. We're doing a meet and greet sorta thing. Screw the cafeteria k? I'll wait for you guys there.[/color][/quote]

Grane entered the deli, and walked over to the table Gren and company were at. [color=004b80]"Yo Gren! Hope I'm not intruding on anything too important. Called the crew to meet over here too. It'll be easier like that. This your team?"[/color] He smiled meekly, wondering what their first impression of him was.