[h2][center][color=ab274f]Reagan Gideon Breckenridge[/color][/center][/h2]
Several more students showed up. A shy newcomer, another girl, a blonde and weirdly shining one. Was that holy light? Reagan politely nodded at her, and said, [color=ab274f]“Welcome,”[/color] calmly, regally; as if personally inviting her to feel free to join the conversation. A blonde student began helping a professor arrange the tables, yet he also knocked off some things. Ray smiled, though it was a tad distant, as he was in the grips of a strong déjà vu. [color=ab274f][i]I swear that’s…nooo way…Yes way??[/i][/color] Before he could get too excited and ask Feier if she was seeing the same thing he was, one of the cat ladies took offense to him.

The pink haired girl up and went into his face and started bitching at him for his constructive criticism. Feier attempted mediating, and while he glanced at her with a brief expression of gratitude, he wasn’t about to back down. [color=ab274f]“Thanks Fei, but I got it,”[/color] he said, but thought, I hope. His reply to Fia was as gentle as he was capable of making it, yet it still came across as imperious more so than anything else.

Reagan turned back to Pink, as he chose to term her, and glared right back. [color=ab274f]“Ha? How the fuck is it free when we’re paying for it?”[/color] Ray rolled his eyes, and shook his head in bewildered annoyance. [color=ab274f]“Yeah, you’re apparently so poor you identify with your food and feel insulted alongside it,”[/color] he snorted. [color=ab274f]“It’s not even like [i]you[/i] made it,”[/color] Reagan huffed, bemused and frankly irritated to be called out on his rich boy’s behaviour. Yeah, so he was used to higher standards, so sue him if expecting bad then getting a shithole was a bit of a shock.

[color=ab274f]“[i]Ahh, yes,[/i] I can certainly see how wretchedly my comments have affected you,”[/color] he drawled. [color=ab274f]“And you accuse [i]me[/i] of a fragile constitution?”[/color] Ray tone and smile were both obviously mocking, though it couldn’t be said that he took much joy in the situation. He really didn’t need or want some random stranger making assumptions about him.

[color=ab274f]“Don’t worry, I came here [i]just so[/i] no girl could ever possibly be compelled to attach herself to me,”[/color] he remarked dryly, though he doubted this hothead would understand what he was actually implying. Then again, no one would unless they were familiar enough with him to know that one of the many reasons he detested his parents was because of their oh so favoured concept of arranged marriage.

[color=ab274f]“This may be another unwarranted observation on my part, [i]stranger[/i], but maybe try learning that just because you can take shit, why [i]should[/i] you?”[/color] he suggested haughtily. [color=ab274f]“Exactly as you confronted me for my [i]poor social graces,[/i]”[/color] the air quotes for that phrase were loud and clear without Ray needing to make the appropriate gesture, [color=ab274f]“you can simply [i]not[/i] be satisfied with mediocrity, whether for your darling food or whichever other element of your life you might care for.”[/color] Reagan concluded, rising a questioning brow at the surprisingly volatile student.