[color=8882be][h2]"Jazz"[/h2][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Eukary University - Open House Stalls  (Current time)
[b]Mentions:[/b] None of note
[b]Interactions:[/b] Open
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A doberman in a nerdy tweed sweater-vest and button-up stepped out of the unisex bathroom, recomposing their attire and crossing the hall to slip a bill into the vending machine. A hand in their pocket and head drifting, suspiciously, side to side as they pretended to make a choice, they punched a few options, having paid for more than a single drink, already. Footsteps rang around them of strangers and those who would probably be sharing seats next to them in classes, enough to make the motions nervous yet intentional in a 'what would a normal person do to not draw attention' manner.
Taking the two iced teas and giving them a shake, he handed one to the bunny who sighed a huff as they took the bottle and-

'Jazz' offered the doberman a wink after being handed the iced tea, letting it swing between their fingers as he strolled off towards the stalls with a pinch of spending cash. It wasn't like a carnival or a state fair that he was used to, but 'Jazz' knew these faces and preachings to be that of soulless carnies pinching pennies. The only real difference was the scam involved filling your head full of shit you don't need and opinions no sane person wanted.
So the cynical skeptic was off, delighting with a glow of recent satisfaction and an iced tea to boot! Consciously wrestling their expression down to a respectful neutrality as not to offend the tellers and mountebanks, the shameless 'Jazz' casually schmoozed their way, with feinted interest, towards free samples and other displays, seeing the run-up as more of a renaissance festival by comparison to what they arrogantly considered 'real education'.

[Hider=Checking the phone]Jasper, maybe reflexively, slid their phone from their pocket to open the screen, swiping in the password and clicking the spot to avail messages before it even reached his eyes. Pacing to the side of the stalls, their eyes met, first, with the name of the Ex, a few spaces down from the top...the last message having been sent from himself weeks ago. Weasel Tom had a big 'a bit extra' spat of self-contempt expressed through what Jasper could only contrive to be rap lyrics, though the music and cadence were lost and the wall of text was...unworthy of attention, to say the least. Since Tom decided to follow Jasper into the night, a lazy "Hey how u doooin?" had garnished them the top of the list as of a handful of hours ago, likely before he passed out.

Jasper left this how it was, Tom would likely be the one to bother him, anyway, and his bigger issue was from Ms. Dodgerton. She was curious if Jasper could invite a few of his big handsome friends to help haul salt to the water softener before rain turned the bags into bricks. Leaving this unanswered, since he wholly expected to do this, alone, he groaned as he tapped the third line...and held, to delete the conversation without reading it.

'Libris Aldishard' sent another image, a salacious screenshot of a leonid torso rippling with chiseled abs and pecs, crunched down from compression to look like a shitty stack of waffles. Deleting it without a thought, Jasper simply hoped [i]THIS[/i] time that vain jackass would get the hint and silence would speak for itself. Not only was the cretin hopelessly arrogant and [i]violently[/i] toxic, but the tone of the messages Jasper glanced made it seem like their insecurities bordered on self-destructive. Pitiable, but unworthy of attention. Sometimes people are 'bad' because they are thus, and cannot be helped. Sometimes, these people just seek attention in order sink their hooks and drag others down to their level.......no matter [i]how[/i] attractive they may be, people are still just people.
Jasper wasn't one to judge in this context; he was also far from a saint and had no interest in helping their douchebag stalker through personal problems he could only speculate on...

Responding to Ms. Dodgerton, Jasper said that his friends were in town for the weekend before 'shipping out' again, and he left it at that, offering his service, personally, to his landlord, with a vaguely professional yet respectful tact.
...only reason he had the place was due to his charm, anyway. No sense letting a bad day bleed into unaffiliated interactions.[/hider]
Puffing out their cheeks with an exhale through their front teeth in a soft whistle, Jasper gently swore and then silenced themselves with a swig of the bottled iced tea. In order to sell the excuse of being away all day, he took his time roaming the stalls, drifting back to the 'Studio Arts' section a few times.
Contemplatively reflecting on the display, he weighed his own talent with a keyboard, sure that a class couldn't possibly be so complicated as to eat up [i]all[/i] of his oh-so valuable time as a socialite and general degenerate.