Robert was sharper than he led others on to be. Well, it didn’t exactly take an expert to listen to the loquacious brotherhood that was Grane and Gren taking a hearty stroll down memory lane. Delta shifted his footing and eased his shoulders, then issued his teammate and the girl with cerulean irises a card each,
”Indeed.” He shortly said with tedium.
”I’m basically reiterating what Eve said. I don’t know my place around the town too well, and to be frank, I get lost easily. Except when I’m in combat.” The boy made sure to add in the last part, hoping that his leader wouldn’t value his efficiency any less.
”Having an extra person or two to guide me around is plausible.” His monotonous expression met both of their gazes. He ran a hand down the back of his neck as their professor zoomed behind the podium, thermos full of coffee in hand.
”Oh, a teacher with good tastes.” Delta thought to himself after spotting the container of bitter goodness. He had the sudden urge to run back up to his seat and raise his can of coffee to the man. It was rare to see an adult with such an idiosyncratic hair color. Spiked virescent locks surprised him, along with spectacles thick enough that he couldn’t even see his eyes, Oobleck was without a doubt quite the peculiar teacher. This was bound to be an enlightening class.
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That was a tiring class. He would have chosen running laps over taking notes at a lightning fast speed any day of the week. It was during the lecture did Delta find out how godawful his handwriting was, borderline illegible, even a toddler would piss on it. The student had his face dug into the hinge of his notebook, constricted by overwhelming anguish.
”Eve.” He beckoned in a muffle tone from the book. The familiar had been sitting on his desk for the duration of the lesson. Eve tilted its head as it scrutinized the grey-haired fellow,
”Please tell me you recorded that session.” Delta turned his head on the pieces of paper to face Eve, eyes devoid of all hope. The semblance gazed upon its companion in such a sorry state and sighed,
”Yes. Documented as History 001. Why do you ask?” The boy sat up and stretched out,
”We’ll go over the whole lecture later tonight. I might need to rewrite a few parts.” He would also have to pay back Robert for the notebook he lent.
”Set a course for the dormitory. I think I have the room number in my scroll.” Rather than striking up a conversation with any of his recently acquainted classmates, the boy rushed, more so lept down the steps towards the exit. Before he departed with his luggage for their room, he sent his teammates a message:
To: Robert Fallson, Grane Blauer
From: Delta Snow
Subject: Food
Dropping off my belongings at the dorms. I’ll find us a table at the cafeteria as well.”
It was a quick trip from the dormitory to the cafeteria, if it wasn’t for Delta’s abnormally fast walking speed, he would’ve taken much longer. Even though
music was playing through his headphones, the chipper temperament of Beacon’s students permeated the rhythmic notes resounding in his ears. He didn’t have an exact taste when it came to music, but whatever he picked up, it always seemed to reflect his inner self at that very moment. Maybe it was another way of expressing himself, given his reticent demeanor. The noise pollut-
volume of people only increased when he entered the cafeteria. He was expecting a myriad of personalities and cliques to manifest at secluded tables, but he was surprised at the social diversity he found within the room. A place where everybody could be themselves and eat to their wallet’s desire around their peers.
”Eve, see a free table?” Delta asked while scanning in one direction.
”Yeup, ten o’ clock. Jeeze, took you long enough to spot i- No, ten o’ clock, that’s nine forty-fiv- JUST TURN LEFT A BIT AND WALK STRAIGHT!” This was how guiding Delta usually played out. It was a miracle that he found the dormitory bathroom earlier. After the lost puppy of a human being found himself an open table, he quickly reserved it and returned with pizza and macaroni, meticulously spaced out and organized on his plate. Delta produced his scroll from his pocket and pecked away at the screen.
To: Robert Fallson, Grane Blauer
From: Delta Snow
Subject: Re:Food
Site secured. Bring friends at your leisure.
He exited out of the texting application and scrolled over to the roster, then suddenly paused. There was an extra profile.
”Vixi…?” Delta felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick up as he felt a presence abruptly sneak up on him from behind. He slipped off the headphones and glanced back.
”...What?”
Member
