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[@FlitterFaux][@Plank Sinatra][@Write]
[h2]Black Scene — Dorm Management[/h2][/center]

This guy...

I felt the corners of my mouth tighten and my gaze narrow beneath a furrowed and pensive brow as he met Bianca's eyes, and then mine in turn. Had we not built up any goodwill in the past three days? If it were anyone else, it'd be hard to believe, but whether I bought it or not...

[b]"Yeah, well, don't push yourself."[/b]

I couldn't say I was surprised either way. This was always the side he'd showed us on the cruise, albeit a bit more professionally— But I knew there were hints of something more underneath. He could have fun. He could loosen up. Even around us, the unfamiliar replacements, he could do it if we twisted his arm the right way.

Hopefully, it would just take less than always splashing his face, mercilessly, to pull it out.

I walked through and slung my backpack onto my bed, before turning back and folding my arms. I was being a little unreasonable to expect sunshine and roses and friendship immediately out of him, especially after it'd been a long day for all of us, but I still had to lay out ground rules. Chiefly amongst them, not touching my stuff.

I stood in front of my quadrant, a stalwart guardian. I held a steady gaze, regarding the Atlesian with the steely eyes of my homeland. I had drawn a line in the sand, ready to defend my belongings with valor and conviction—

I sighed. It came out through the nose, like a slow release of pressure that reflected in the tension through my shoulders and entire body, and I slid an eye over to... Wow, my most senior teammate now.

[b]"And I'll say the same to you, too. Don't go and hurt yourself, Bianca."[/b]

The wonton broth smells extremely appetizing, don't get me wrong, but you need to blow on it first when it's still this fresh! Believe me, I get it! The stock used for the broth is amazing, the shrimp shells, pork bones, and dried flounder flakes all came together into a great, savory and unctuous base of umami that beautifully played against the neutral taste and chewy texture of the wrapper, and accentuated the meats within, almost as well as a bowl of proper ramen or udon from home, but in the same manner, you needed to exercise caution when it's still piping hot! 

Blow, blow, [i]then [/i]savor!

[b]"And don't hurt your bottomless wallet either. Seriously, a projector?"[/b] I asked in muted amazement, glancing around the ceiling for the thing before my eyes settled back upon the group.

...Speaking of piping hot, I ignored the burns healing from my first bite—when did I grab this bowl?—and gave my own answer to Jericho.

[b]"Leadership's in a bit of flux with him gone. I haven't been told anything about a promotion, and Bianca and Skye are both nearly as new around here as you are, so..."[/b]

The "J" in "Jericho" did slot perfectly into "Jumpercable". This had to be Ozpin's strategy, since I doubted I'd done anything to suggest leadership capability. After all, I barely scraped by getting in and could hardly keep myself in line— let alone three other qualified peers.

[b]"It looks like you're it, buddy."[/b]

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[color=silver][b]Sterling Johnson[/b]

"I like 'em. They're smart dudes. They remember things forever, man."[/color]