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[sub][color=slategray][b]Location | Cafeteria -> Arts Building[/b]
Interacting With: [color=ffd9eb][b]Hana Jeong[/b][/color][@Kitty][/color][/sub][/center]
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Bradley sat at his table, his eyes glued to a small, paperback book in front of him. His attention had drifted from the doorway some fifteen minutes ago, and he’d pulled out the novel to kill the time. The tray in front of him was now mostly devoid of food, his teeth chewing up the last cricket of the morning. It was dumb luck, or maybe some really bad luck, that Bradley glanced up to see Wes walking through the cafeteria with a shirtless Teddy Walstrom.

His breath hitched, and suddenly, there was a black hole in his stomach, devouring every feeling he’d ever felt, the good and the bad. The only thing it left were the crickets, which had  sprung back to life and kicked up an orchestra of anxiety, and he realized that this was why he’d avoided people for so long before San Agustin. They always got his hopes up.

Thoughts turned to his past rejections, the times where he’d felt the same emptiness in his gut, only to come up… blank. He tried harder, pushed further into his mind. Surely, he was just struggling to conjure up the specifics. He could see it, almost, the haziest form of a memory, a life he’d lived. With parents, [i]his[/i] parents, and a brother, a younger brother, who’s name he couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember his little brother’s name?

Bradley was pulled from his spiralling thoughts by a thud, and the sudden hush that fell over the cafeteria. Coming back to reality, he caught the figure of Hana Jeong running from the cafeteria. He pursed his lips, contemplating for a moment, before standing up and packing away his things. Backpack over his shoulder, he walked his empty tray over to the trash cans, where he set it on top, and then followed Hana out of the cafeteria.

As he jogged after her, his brain finally spit out the name he’d been looking for. Brandon. That was his little brother’s name. Brandon. He said it, over and over in his head. It seemed so obvious, and yet, the name felt alien to his mind. [color=66cc66][b]“Brandon,”[/b][/color] he said to himself. It felt just as alien on his tongue.

He caught up to her at the entrance to the Arts building, panting ever so slightly, and pushed those troubling thoughts from his head, certain that he’d begun to lose his mind, and resolute in his choice to push it off as long as possible. [color=66cc66][b]“Had a feeling I’d find you here. Uh, are you, like, good? That just looked like, you know, kind of a nasty fall,”[/b][/color] Bradley said, stumbling slightly over his words as he tried very hard not to come across as a complete nutcase. He and Hana weren’t exactly close, but they’d worked together a few times, and if no one else was gonna go after her, he figured he at least could. Not to mention, he needed to get his mind off… well everything.