[center][h2][color=FFE07B]« «[i] August Lacey [/i]» »[/color][/h2][/center][hr][right][sup][@SilverPaw] | Reagan Gideon Breckenridge, [@xia] | Feier Fiammetta[/sup][/right]
[color=FFE07B]"My- my kid?"[/color] August said. [color=FFE07B]"No! No way! I would- I would [i]never[/i]-"[/color]

He looked at AJ. He didn't that old, but he couldn't have been young enough to be his kid. Or did it seem that way? Did August seem like a father figure to these people? Well, he was pretty sure he was older than Feier and Reagan, but it didn't seem enough to justify it. Even then, he was sure he could do a good job at-

August cleared his throat. [color=FFE07B]"Girlfriend? You've been busy already, haven't you?"[/color] he said, sliding back into his regular tone of voice. The mention of 'bloodthirsty savage' was a bit worrying, he'd have thought Reagan would have a few more standards, but who was he to judge? It was just differences in taste. [color=FFE07B]"To the dorms, then?"[/color]

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To get to their dorm, they went down some stairs.

And some more.

Even more.

August's face fell as soon as he saw the door. He hadn't been expecting much, but he couldn't quite tell if they had accidentally taken a wrong turn and found the boiler room. To his disappointment, opening the door, it looked like a dorm room. About as far detached from a dorm room you could get while still calling it that, but it was a dorm room. There were beds- no, mattresses, miscellaneous furniture and it looked like an absolute state. He considered crying.

[color=FFE07B]"Well, nothing a bit of cleaning couldn't fix,"[/color] August laughed, holding open the door for his companions. [color=FFE07B]"Right?"[/color] Then again, for reassurance. [color=FFE07B]"[i]Right?[/i]"[/color]