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[When he first transportalized into the Balamb Garden dormitories, he was confused. He was sure he'd entered the warp gate that lead to the Land of Quartz and Melody, but Aradia was no where to be seen. Was this some new, hidden challenge level he'd randomly journeyed to? They'd only just started SGRUB, it was possible...]

[Except, the acceptance letter siting on the sleep square sort of suggested otherwise. And while he wasn't thrilled to be delayed in his mission to make Aradia his girlfriend guide the b100 team to flawless victory, the words "time compression" were involved. And if he knew anything about time shenanigans, it's that they were better off being left to the experts. And while the experts attempted to figure out how to get every one back to their own worlds, he might as well make the most out of his time here and gain ALL THE LEVELS. With any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew to miss him, mwahahahaha.]

[And the course catalog was filled with so many interesting classes... How could he ever chose?]

[He couldn't, that's how, and he spent hours pouring over the selection, putting together different combinations and specializations until finally, hunger forced him to emerge from his assigned respiteblock.]

[He made it to the front door of the dormitories before he was forced to beat a hasty retreat. It was day. Oh gee, it was the day. He'd been up all night, and now it was day, and he was hungry, and the sun was out.]

[There is now a troll pressed back against the wall opposite the main entrance, trying his darnedest not to look guilty and/or terrified. WHAT DO?]

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[Honestly, all she wanted was a muffin. She woke up this morning with a stupid craving for the poor excuse for flavored grubloaf and so she was determined to satisfy that craving.

Naturally Tavros was here. Not that she was avoiding home, oh Hell no. But who was that next to hi...]

Taaaaaaaavros, what~ are you doing? [She knocked his horn with her knuckles, eyes on Equius. A smile crept into place.] Enjoying the sun, Zahhak?

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[He's just going to stare at the apple in disgust as it's held out to him] Ugh, you are insufferable.

[He wrinkles up his nose, intending to go back to eating and ignoring people when movement catches the corner of his eyes. Was that-]

[Shock. Horror. Vriska. Skin dark like ripe blueberries. Remind him of the sun.]

[Thank goodness he had this coat handy. He pulls the collar up a bit higher, pouting at her] He's eating my food, Vriska. I am not even being granted the opportunity to enjoy that small comfort.

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[That voice Vriska used sent a rush through him and he looked back at her with a stern expression, eyes wide. Tavros was about to speak but, he knew he shouldn't, not yet. No. He took a deep break and a bite of the apple, chewed and regained his composure, smiling in her direction]

He's so whiney! Always been such a wriggler Equius, seriously, grow up a little! ...Like Vriska! [He says with a smirk, raising his eyebrows a few times and pointing over to Vriska suggestively.]

[He put the apple down, licking two of his fingers, his eyes darting to the muffin in her hand that she was holding up as if to bite herself. Tavros smirked and leaned over to take a bite of it out of her hand.]

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No one will say anything if you punch him, Zahhak. [She shrugged. When Tavros went for her muffin she met her fist with his nose in retaliation.]

Don't be fucking gross, Nitram.

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If I punch him, he won't have a face anymore. [he looks down, sighing and ignoring the other two in favor of eating his carrots. If only Nepeta was here. At least then he would have someone decent to talk to]

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[That fist hit him square in the face and he felt his head whip to the side, sniffing a little as his right hand went to wipe at his nose, a grin curling over his face as he leaned to Vriska.]

Oooh I like it rough, good of you to remember.

[He cackles a little and glances back to Equius with an apathetic expression, his hand darting for a carrot and brings it to his mouth immediately, taking a nice loud bite.]

So, I asked Karkat. What the fuck do you guys remember from your last time...wherever you were? He said they our universes weren't quite that different. [Nom nom, food in his mouth, nice and orange like his blood.]

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[She transfers the muffin to her other hand away from Tavros. Huffs at him.] Don't flatter yourself, I recall just the opposite.

[She rolls her eyes when he grabs the carrot.] If you punch off his mouth he won't eat your food anymore. [Walks around to take a seat across from them and takes a bit from her muffin.] What do you last remember, hm?

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[He frowns faintly at Vriska,] As tempting as that is, I'd like it if I was not expelled before classes begin.

[However, a jab of his finger into Tavros's side shouldn't do too much damage, right? If he keeps stealing his food, he's going to bite his hand.] I mean it, lowblood, get your own. I actually do need all this food, you know. I will probably even need to get more, especially if you keep this up.

I was traveling to Aradia's world.

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Bluh bluh. Can we not talk about pointless shit please?

When the fuck do you guys remember last? Seriously, I demand it, command it, need to hear it please and thanks? Gog... [Can be get down to business seriously? Tavros eats more of the carrot and then cringes with a slight and very brief whimper from the jab Equius took at his side. He snarls a little and scoots away from him, hi pursed lips going to a grin.]

I'm getting rough play from both sides? Oh dear me, I do believe I'm gettin' th vape-ahs. [Fans self a little, a laugh following his words.]

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[She picks away at her muffin, listening to both of them go on idly.] I was facing off with Ampora and Makara.

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I could be rougher, if you so truly wish it. [He grabs an orange and digs his claws into it, pointing it at Tavros so that a bit of juice squirts out at him] Just keep pushing your luck, mudblood, and I might grant your death wish.

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Stop flirting and answer the fucking question. [He rolls his eyes, licking the orange juice that had squirted onto his arm.]

[He looks to Vriska with a small frown.]

Facing off? Care to elaborate?

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Nooooooot really! [She looks away and pulls out her phone to check the time.]

Wow, it looks like I have to be somewhere that isn't here so if you excuse me... [Not that she cared if they did or not, she stands up, flicking a piece of muffin at Tavros.] Try not to cause a fucking uproar, yeah?

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I answered it when you first asked, ignoramus! Were you not listening to me?

[pause] I am not flirting! That is disgusting. Don't you dare make such vulgar implications again! A highblood like me, flirting with a lowblood piece of excrement like you? How depraved. [he shudders and throws the orange at Tavros's head]

Where are you going, Vriska? [He starts as she gets up, staring up at her] You cannot possibly be leaving me with him. I forbid it!

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Aww Vriska, but I'm gonna miss yooouu~ Why don't we hang out later hmm? I'd love to see your place. [Smirk.]

Oh yeah, sorry I kind of just zone out when you talk sometimes. [He sighs a little, catching the orange and then dropping it into his lap, shaking his hand.]

Oow, ow ow ow, fuck.

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[She stops and stares at Equius.

Then breaks out into a large smile.] Then leave yourself! Just take your food back to your room or something, sheesh!

[Narrows her eyes at Tavros, but says nothing and turns to leave. NO COMMENT.]

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I shouldn't have to! I am a highblood, I should be able to sit and eat my food unmolested and unhindered by revolting lowbloods! [He points to Tavros in particular, glowering up at her] This is completely unacceptable.

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[He catches the piece of the muffin and downs it with a smile, peeling the orange Equius had thrown at him.]

So what classes have ya picked so far? [Tavros asks to Equius, happily ignoring his statement about lowbloods for now.]

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[Ugh, Vriska. Ignoring him, as usual. How dare she? He'd throw something at her, but he's running out of ammo.]

[Sigh. He shoots Tavros a dirty look while grabbing another carrot, swirling it through a little cup of creamy white cheese sauce] Not that it's any of your business, but I have selected a few of the basic training courses.

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Liiiiiike the two we're supposed to pick I'd guess? What else? [he pops a piece of the orange in his mouth and leans forward on his bent up knees, eyes wandering about the cafeteria.]

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It's difficult to chose, okay? [He makes a grab for the orange, intending to steal a piece of it back] I've only just been able to select which majors I wanted to take, and I don't know if I want to take three electives each or only two.

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[Smirks, leaning over on the table with a piece of the orange hanging from his mouth, holding back the rest of it so it's out of Equius's reach.]

You can have thiiiiis one~ [He says, the orange slice still sticking out of his mouth. Tavros raises his eyebrows a few times.]

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[....]

[What the dickens, Tavros. Equius is just going to stare.]

[Then snatch the orange piece from him and stuff it in his mouth, never turning his blank stare away. He will so have to down a bottle of sanitizer after this meal to make up for it, but still]

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[He doesn't act surprised one bit, merely just slims his eyes a little, grinning.]

Awww, you wanted it that bad? Now you have lowblood saliva in your mouth. Sleep with that you stuck up muscle head. [He chuckles and sits up, peeling off another orange slice and popping it in his mouth, casually watching people once again.]

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I will. Right after I wash my mouth out with soap and sanitizer.

[A celery stalk goes swirling through his cheese cup, up to his mouth. He really should be eaten that stuff, it was so heavily processed, but oh, it was so good. So cheesy and good.]