Sunha

Hajoong stared off into the nothingness. It was the only reasonable response as they were standing in, well, the middle of nothingness. It was just a clearing among the trees, just them and the nature. All the students just chilling, no supervision to keep things in order. Imagine the possibilities of the chaos they could bring! The boy looked around at the students, looking for someone to talk to to keep the boredom away. He looked around, and found someone to talk to easily. As there were approximately 25 people, there were plenty of people to talk to.
Sunha approached the pretty fly person carefully, trying not to creep them out or make a bad first impression. When he was in a good distance to start a conversation-2 meters, give or take ten centimeters or so- the big boy finally opened his mouth.
"Hey there."

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Han

One thought went through Han's head as he stood there like a generic npc in a game that didn't even have anything to say if you interacted with. 'They could shoot something out of a cannon at us and we'd be sitting ducks.' Be it a big ball of paint or a big ball of pain, they'd not notice until they hear the cannons fire and the projectiles fly. The big ball of paint idea sounded fun, they could run around dodging it. Or get hit and get their clothes ruined.
Han's head proceeded to derail into a chain of meaningless, not really heroic thoughts. Such as how much ranch sauce he'd like in his sandwiches and more. The boy just stood there staring off into somewhere. He was waiting for something to happen, for someone to come and tell them what to do other than stand there and wait for something else to happen.