[indent][b][u]February 7th; 1:05 PM
Poseidonis Student Center.[/u][/b][/indent]

Bjorn Bjornsson brutally devoured a fish sandwich. His last class finished at 12:50, so he had made his way to the student center, where the student cafeteria was. He'd ordered a strange Atlantean word, which apparently meant deep-fried fish burger. It was pretty good, not the best he'd ever had, but if this was Atlantean fast food than he supposed that Atlantis had already beaten the surface world in that department. He finished his meal and meandered over to the garbage can, lazily tossing the paper plate in with a flick of the wrist.

The amount of eyes that followed him as he wandered was disconcerting, but he supposed that was what you got when you were a surface dweller at the bottom of the ocean. He decided to get something for supper early so he didn't have to leave the dorm when he got hungry. Laziness was okay, he was a college student now, that came with the territory. He fake-aimlessly wandered over to the coffee shop, hands in pockets and eyes pointed upwards. Maybe he should get something for the roomies. Yeah, that's a good idea.

"What would you like sir?" the woman behind the counter said, strangely formally for someone working at a coffee shop.

[color=gray]"Three bagels please."[/color]

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Bjorn precariously balanced the bagels in his arm as he fumbled with the key. He tugged at it, trying to free it from his pocket over and over. The key didn't like this. It showed this displeasure by falling out of his pocket and onto the floor. Now Bjorn was in a predicament, if he bent down to get the key the bagels would fall.

He sighed and rapped his knuckles on the door, hopefully someone was home, if not he was gonna have to put the bagels on the floor. Even with the paper surrounding them, he'd rather not do that.