[h3][center][color=gray]Iron Atwood[/color][/center][/h3]
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[color=gray]“This is my third and penultimate year,”[/color] Iron spoke with a definite air of confidence,[color=gray] “However, not everyone can graduate to the rank of Master in just four years so as far as pointers-- pace yourself, you know yourself best.”[/color] As he spoke Iron adjusted his heading towards the mess hall. [color=gray]“Oh and don’t miss breakfast, the university [i]is[/i] named after the meal… and lastly if the violin playing bothers you I suggest picking up some decent headphones, Nialla’s made it a near daily habit since he started here last year,”[/color] 

Having taken the lead as he spoke Iron reached the mess hall doors before Theo. [color=gray]“You can dine with me,”[/color] Iron turned and added in an off-hand manner as he stepped through the door into the mess hall. Not waiting to see if Theo would follow Iron found himself a table, and marked it as his by removing his jacket and folding it across one of the chairs. After claiming a table Iron set about assembling a plate full of various breakfast foods, before seating himself back at the table and waiting to see if the newcomer would join him.  As he waited he toyed with an earbud ready to return to the world of mid-century jazz.

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[@Ebil Bunny]