花 — He finds himself leaning against the counter in the student lounge. Though he hasn’t exerted himself by any means, Jin feels exhaustion taking hold of his body. And as though his limbs are encased in agar, he feels lethargic.
Sleep. He wants to sleep but not yet. He hasn’t seen Narukami yet so he can’t rest. The clattering of utensils breaks Jin from his thoughts.
“Oh, it is you. Coffee-Woman.” He sighs, muscles relaxing ever so slightly. She isn’t a threat.
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“Here, this’ll help.”
Quietly, she carefully offers him a glass of water, looking very clearly worried for both him and Narukami.
“Rebecca Bardot, you can call me what you like though.”
Her voice was soft, not intending to raise above a certain volume as she could see he was exhausted. Accidentally giving the guy a headache was the last thing on her mind. She softly spoke again though.
“…I would like to request to help you with Narukami.”
Rebecca looked at the post on her phone in absolute disgust. Did this person have nothing better to do with their life?! Absently she noted Jin fast-walking down the hallway, but didn’t stop him. What he did was his own business, none of her own.
She couldn’t help but worry about this ‘Narukami’ kid though. And wonder why his name sounded familiar. She went straight back to her own dorm though to let her roommates know about the post if they didn’t already. If they did, she’d confer with Togami on what to do next. He was one of the few actual intelligent ones.
花 — He looks over to the woman seated close by. Jin vaguely recognizes her as the other senior who offered him coffee the other night. Seeing as there is no one else around them, he assumes that she is speaking to him.
“They will reap what they sow. There are those who attend Westridge simply because they have the monetary means to do so. It does not say much for their mental aptitude.”
He leans back into the cushions behind him. Jin’s avoiding his dorm room; avoiding his roommates, lest they ask him more questions.
“They will feel the weight of their procrastination and laziness once they are faced with exams.”
“Once that happens, we’re the ones who’ll have to deal with their fallout from their parents or from themselves. Either way, it’s gonna be loud as shit and disrupt the people who are actually working or studying.”
She very softly sighed, rather annoyed at the prospect of having to babysit a bunch of spoiled brats. A sip before she quietly spoke again, pushing aside a side braid that had swung into her face.
“I’m honestly wondering how any of them even got into college in the first place, even the East ones. Isn’t there a screening process or did they all just get blindly accepted?”
Rebecca was one of the few at Westridge that had gotten in on her own merits, and partially from money. She had to work incredibly hard to keep her grades up, even in the courses she was taking for fun.
“They’re not going to last until they graduate, I can see it now.”
“It’s like these kids never been in an actual college before, even the ones supposedly from West. I almost feel bad for ‘em once they start their midterms and finals when all they do is party and get drunk.”
Rebecca had a long-suffering expression on her face, absently sipping at her coffee-filled thermos.
🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?
The most alcoholic she’ll ever go is a mimosa! And that’s only on special occasions! Rebecca doesn’t like alcohol at all, it tastes like cough medicine to her and she hates it with a passion.
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