"R-Really? You mean it?! Alright! I'll follow you anywhere, teach!"
Genta jumped in excitement and fist-bumped the air, clueless to the fact Andre was already walking away from him. Once the excitable Earth Dorm was done celebrating, seemingly oblivious to his own injuries, he noticed Andre having already left the room and quickly darted after him.
"Wait up, teach!"
Andre didn't realize just how clingy of a fan he had received that day, with the boy stumbling behind in the hopes of catching up to his new idol.
After wondering what kind of weird, special Shogi ruleset 'Shokugeki' was supposed to be, Cream responded less than amused to Joshua's indifference. She withdrew her D-Ceiver and tapped an option on it herself, sticking out her tongue to Joshua.
"Boo! What does that D even mean? Duel? We're already gonna do that, silly! Bluuh, you don't deserve a sweet duel, but I'm gonna give it to y'anyway. So, like, shoo. I'll be back in a bit."
Half an hour passed in the Action Duel arena, just like Cream had promised Joshua. He had already taken his spot in one end of the courtyard, surveying the rather thick crowd that had been amassed. Just about every colour of uniform in the school was represented, surprisingly enough. Even a few rare Divine students could be spotted watching the duel. Joshua's attention was then whipped back to the entrance on the opposite end, where the figure of the earth-dorm girl appeared in. The only strange thing was that she'd changed out of her brown blazer and skirt. Cream came walking in wearing a long, white longcoat and equally white, plaid skirt that went down halfway her thighs. Her previously 'cute' look was now a lot more serious and mature, despite still being of short stature as she'd exchanged her ponytail for long locks of hair that lazily rested on her chest and back.
"Alright, I'm here, I'm here... I'm a nice girl, y'know? I keep my promises. Oh, and I make lots of 'em too. Like this one! You get to choose your Action Field. You'll need every inch you can get, y'know?"
Cream still had that eccentric way of speaking, but her posture was a lot more calm. She wore a confident smile and had her right arm on her hip. Her left only had a round, white disk on it with seemingly no slots for monsters or spells and traps. A deck had already been inserted, but she made no effort to raise up her arm yet.
Lite was easing up when Maisy delivered her speech, taking more calm breaths once some of the pressure was off. His facial expression also became more calm, though he was still blinking fast and his eyes kept darting around the room. He was about to open his mouth again when Maisy suddenly grabbed him again, shaking him around like he was some kind of puppet. Lite's eyes rolled around in their sockets, failing to find any kind of focus.
"A-AAH! I-I don't want the bullying! You've seen it! You know how bad it got! O-Once I joined, they stopped! Th-They rely on me, I'm a part of the team now! Please, s-stop! I've told you everything! I-I don't want the school to see my Hundred Eyeeeessss...!"
The boy started to struggle harder inside of the cardboard, desperately trying to escape.
Meio's face soured as he heard Camryn mention his cards, though her pleading eyes definitely helped to not have him blow a gasket right there. Sighing, the boy awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and looked at the pool longingly. He looked about ready to dive straight in again, but refrained and stared back at Camryn.
"Eeeeeh, I don't knoooow... If it were the Moulinglacia I'd hand it over in a heartbeat, but the Golden Flying Fish is like my personal treasure... I dunno if I could hand it over easy."
The boy crossed his arms and closed his eyes. Their spiky blue hair responded by drooping down subtly as if it had a life of it's own. Further reason to assume this is that it perked right back up again when the boy opened his eyes again, shaking their head.
"I'm willin' to trade ya the Glacia if ya have at least 15 cards in that trade, but there's gotta be more to it for the Fish. I dunno what you could offer me that makes me want to part with it, though."
Then, suddenly, some gears clicked inside Meio's head. He put two and two together and narrowed his eyes at Camryn, hair curving forwards as if poised to strike.
"Wait'a second! I got a note asking me for my very same Golden Flying Fish recently! You slimy lil'... better pray you weren't sneaking around in my room!"
The boy leaned forward, left shoulder first. If his muscular arms and rather striking abs were any indication it wasn't a good idea to get on his bad side. Camryn was going to need to think fast on this one.
As Angelo entered the arena, here received curious glances from the students that were there. The lot of them had been staring at the course, how Angelo just walked back in and picked up his runner like nothing had happened. Some of them even rushed over to him.
"Dude, are you like, okay?"
"That fall was nasty..."
"How did you even get up there?"
"Hey, what was up with that other runner?"
They bombarded him with one question after another, but the boy ignored them and docked his runner. Ethel was clueless to the entire situation and was still typing away on her terminal, slightly less furious compared to before. She actually jumped a little when Angelo suddenly spoke from next to her, quickly getting up to her feet and taking a step or two back.
"Wha...! Didn't get what you mean?! Oh, look at the hotshot! Solving assault cases on his own without-!"
It was then, despite her angry scowl, that she noticed scratch marks and tears in Angelo's riding suit. Despite the damage, the boy was unfazed and unamused. Ethel's face softened up a little once she realized that the situation had turned a little sour, but not in nearly enough concern as Angelo might have hoped. She just had her blank, neutral stare with slightly curved, stiff lips and slightly raised eyebrows. A look of curiosity rather than concern
"...How?" she asked, seemingly as unfazed as he was. Her anger had all but vanished from what an outsider could tell as she stared at Angelo, placing one of her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. She glanced to the side of Angelo, at his garage. She couldn't quite see his Duel Runner, but some black marks on the floor leading to it clued her in that it probably received the same treatment as her little assistant did.
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