[h3]Delta Snow - RVGD Dorms[/h3]

An unfamiliar ceiling was all that he awoke to.  The initial feeling of unease was spurred by short-lived panic, only to be quelled by realization.  After he repeated the process of pacing his breaths, the boy calmed down.  It was a self defense mechanism which had been developed and reinforced over the years.  A slow glance to his side allowed him to see his arm already stretched over the bed, in the direction of where his rifle would usually be oriented back in the barracks.  Old habits truly died hard.  Delta sighed and began to cautiously scan the room, simultaneously wracking through his memory as to how he wound up in the room.  

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sydyj-DtwY0]Music[/url] from the playlist specifically designated for sleeping was lightly playing through his headphones, so he must have fallen asleep by his own accord.  After a few moments of piecing together fragments, it finally came back to him.  He recalled asking the Grimm Studies professor if he could get some rest, since he was feeling under the weather.  Was quide rude of him, really, didn’t even ask his teacher’s name before already making a request.  But some shuteye was definitely warranted.  Whatever he had felt was most likely a cooperative effort of sleep deprivation and a sudden change in climate.  The boy’s chest rose and lowered calmly, his diaphragm acting as a buffer for the brief moment of trepidation he experienced. 

Delta sat himself up and autonomously swung his legs over the bedside.  He got to his two feet and glanced around the room, taking in every aspect of it.  Oddly enough, all of the beds seemed to have been broken in, including his own.  Belongings pertaining to what he presumed to be a full squad were scattered in collective areas, left untouched after their owners’ departures.  Yet Robert was the only member of his team.  That he knew of, that is.  The student refrained from touching any of the unclaimed belongings, but his undefiable sense of tidiness would soon force him to pry his teammate about them.  But for now, he managed to stave off the meticulous voice at the back of his head and produced his scroll from his pocket.  It was already late, classes must’ve been long over.  

[color=#5A4FCF]”Ah, you’re finally awake.”[/color] A voice riddled with snide spoke from below.  Delta’s line of sight fixated itself on the pouch, met by an all too familiar wry smile.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Second time I greeted you with that phrase today.  Jeeze, kid, you’re starting to drop the ball.”[/color] Eve berated its companion while slipping giggles into its words.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Don’t worry.  I attended the classes for you.  Basically shadowed Robert the whole day, without his noticing of course.  Nearly got stomped on, though.  People are bloody rude in this nation.”[/color] The familiar clicked its tongue, then glanced up at the scroll in Delta’s hands.  [color=#5A4FCF]”You can repay me by buying me chicken tonight~.  By the way, you might want to contact Gren.”[/color] As it stated this, his acquaintance’s business card was suddenly shoved between his fingers.  The grey-haired boy pecked in the numbers and savvily found his contact data, and thereby proceeded to send a text Gren’s way.

[quote=]
[b]To:[/b] Gren Orchid
[b]From:[/b] Delta Snow
[b]Subject:[/b] Just woke up
[color=#778899]We're meeting at the Air Docks, right?  En route now.  Oh, and this is Delta.[/color]  [color=#5A4FCF]And Eve~!!!!! : 3[/color]
[/quote]

Once his ears picked up the successive notification that the message went through, he pocketed the device and walked out of the room.  It was a miracle that he managed to find his way to the place in the first place, given how aimless the always so composed Delta Snow was.  Although he had a blank expression permanently molded on his face, the spectacle of the city at this hour managed to show a smidget of captivation on his face.  His eyes may have widened by a millimeter, but for only a deft second.  It didn’t take long to find Gren.  The guy had that affable aura surrounding him, the kind that drew in people from all facets of society, and took them all into account.  Next to him were two individuals, both he recognized from lunch earlier that day.  He didn’t seem to have delved into a deep conversation just yet, the faunus was merely in the process of adding the ingredients to one.  A cup of friendliness, a pint of opinion, and just a dash of curiosity.  Delta slightly adjusted his composure and waved at the group, then made his way over.  
[color=#778899]”Quite the view.”[/color] He nonchalantly commented, eyes still staring off into the cityscape.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Good evening Gren and Co.  Can’t wait to see what the city’s like.”[/color] The familiar was jumping uncontrollably in its pouch.  Meanwhile, Delta wasn’t showing anywhere near the same amount of excitement.  On the outside, at least.