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Conner tried not to fidget, but he was not succeeding. He stood near the back, arms loosely crossed, one brow raised. The whole “judgment and discipline” speech wasn’t exactly his vibe. It was a little intense for a guy who called his trident a “magic fork”, but he wasn’t about to start drama on day one.

He glanced around at the others, grinning. “Sooo… question would I get in trouble if I accidentally flood the place?” He asked, his was tone playful but curious.

His foot tapped in time with the pulsing floor, ready to move the second things kicked off.