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Sani would have laughed at that first comment – really, it was funny! He didn't know if the guy was making a stupid joke or if he seriously didn't know that people were frailer than a fly with a broken wing. But, before he could make a comment on it, the guy answered his question and Sani's face soured. He spent all night in the girl's dorm? Waitresses swooning? And he had a lunch date with some dude? ...He had a lunch date with some dude, flirted with waitresses, and the guy didn't punch him? What the hell? That just wasn't fair!

“That's not fair!” He blurted out, but he went on despite the slip anyway, “You didn't tell me you slept with guys too! If I knew they were included, I would have had way more!” Nevermind that his mental harem included three guys already, but it wasn't like Ihsan knew that much. “You only stayed because Princess Prude is in charge of there, you know, and she has a thing for black hair. If she got over it, I would have stayed there too.” He added quickly, though he personally knew otherwise. Princess Prude should have killed Ihsan, not just leave him there! Seriously, what was his damned secret? He wouldn't ask, though. Never. Sani didn't need to know it! He was good enough on his own.

The walk had been long – in fact, it had been the most exercise the girl had had all week! Xochiquetzal continuously considered asking Abel to carry her again, but he had already given her a present. She couldn't overstretch their boundaries yet and.. Besides, it was Morgan's duty to carry her around. She silently wished the boy would feel her exasperation somehow and come to her aid, but, as time went on, she realized yet again he wasn't as connected to her as she wished. She would need to research some kind of bonding ceremony.. Perhaps the teacher would know how to do it. Yes, she would ask them about it. After.. she learned how to make fire. During these daydreams, Xochiquetzal's sluggish posture and dragging feet caught onto something on the ground – a rock or ditch, whatever it was, it had her colliding with the ground with a muffled groan.

It would have been fine, had she not sprained her ankle during the awkward twirl towards the ground. She made an attempt to stand up – but, collapsed back down at the first instant of pain. ...This was annoying. “....Brother fiance..?” She called after him from the ground, “...I believe.. we should end here. I.. am not capable of moving forward; I believe I have been.. injured.” Obviously, the Goddess wanted Xochiquetzal to sleep here for the night. Which was fine. She could handle a few days outdoors. “...Good night. I appreciate the present and.. snack.” She looked at the box of tarts she held, happy they hadn't fallen too. She supposed she could eat them for awhile before resorting to insects.

Ahh~ Another day on the school grounds in the warm – Oh, God, there were people! Gad hid behind a bush for the umpteenth time that day as he saw what seemed like some sort of movement by the doors. But, in the end, it turned out to just be another shadow. Again. He frowned at himself as he shakily brushed a hand through his hair, moving slowly away from the foliage to stand awkwardly in the shade of a tree. He didn't know why he was so jumpy that day; perhaps it was the quiet? He was much more used to the people moving in and out, so it was somewhat reflexive that he jump behind a bush every so often. He took in a breath to calm himself – ah, that was silly! He should really be enjoying the quiet for once! It meant he could relax and try not to get cancer! The sun was being weirdly warm that day and he had heard from somewhere that sunburns could give someone cancer – which was a deadly illness of some kind, though it wouldn't surprise Gad if he already had it. He chewed on his lip as he stared at the edge of the shade, conflicted on whether he had a right to calm down or not.

Hand sanitizer! YES. It took little time for Gad to ignore the risks of stepping out of the shade and into direct sunlight when he spotted that heavenly bottle in the man's hands. The baseball bat, he could ignore for right then. So, he sprinted across the few feet that were separating the two and hurriedly snagged it up, muttering a series of apologies as he held it up to his chest. He wasn't going to use it, not yet! He would use it when he really needed it! He just wanted to.. hold it.. and feel it against his chest. He spent a moment cuddling with the bottle as he listened to his friend, happy to see that the man was speaking to him! This was someone he didn't have to hide from!

“I-- u-uh.. uh.. um..” He stopped talking for a moment, feeling the stutters were too stupid for him to continue with. But, what else could he say? The beach? It was full of sand, decay, waste, germs, salt water, sweat, and.. seagulls. Oh. God. Seagulls. He swallowed hard as he recalled a horribly traumatic fight he had with one during his days on the streets. But, trauma should be shooed away! He had a friend here who wanted to hang out with him! He couldn't say no to a friend. “...A-ah.. y-y.. yes..” He nodded to try to make up for that low whisper, moving closer to the man to show he intended to follow him. Off to the beach!

[Exit?! I SAY EXIT. OKAY EXIT.]

Vivian was taking a walk outside with her cart of potions that she had newly made and was going to go out into the city to deliver. She was actually good with making them and didn't procrastinate until the last second so there will be early delivery today and she will get a very generous tip and she will use those tips for food and happy things for lazy people. On the cart was also the bottle with the next hint inside. After all, she figured that when she delivers some of the potions, she can run into a strong person who could pull off the cork for her so she could find out the next clue.

However, a ball plopped onto the cart and bounced off. Vivian stared and shrugged about to move on when she heard noise above her and she backed up, ditching her cart of potions just for the sake of her life because she was tiny and whatever was falling from the sky was massive that it blocked the sun and Vivian had instant reactions when it came to saving her own hide and backing up was one of them.

Veith felt the world spinning as his feet left the ground and there was a lot of wind. Was he fainting? He didn't think he was since he didn't faint that much and he was very healthy at the moment and it sure would be disappointing if he fainted because of a quick wind magic. So when he crash landed on the ground, he was relieved instead of furious to find out that Morgan had lifted him up and jumped out a window. Crazy guy.

The boy got up from his spot and took a look at the devastation that Morgan had created while he went to go chase after the ball. A small bottle rolled to his feet. It was smaller than the other bottles that had survived and it was corked. He picked it up and then he glanced at Purple who had also been dropped and held a hand to help her up. "Are you alright? I guess we're probably going to be late for class. We should probably clean up this mess." Veith glanced at the little girl, who didn't seem at all fazed by this sudden crash landing. He didn't know who she was but he saw going around the school so she was probably a student.

"Sorry for the trouble. We can help you clean up the mess. Morgan takes full responsibility for all this. He's the tallest guy over there." Veith waved a hand towards Morgan. It was only fair he got all the blame. He was the one that wanted to jump out the window.

Vivian had been standing at her spot where she was safe from harm, but now that the harm was done, there was nothing else to do. There was no point in regretting or getting mad. It would not bring the potions back to her. It was fate's design. Vivian should never finish anything early and should procrastinate forever. She accepted this and will do so from now on.

"I expect you all to clean this up...but if you can help me, I'll let you off on cleaning. I want you to open that bottle you are holding, boy. Open it." Vivian demanded.

Veith frowned at the bottle he was holding. "My name is Veith." Veith huffed and then added as he turned his head slightly to Morgan. "...Here Morgan. Open this." Veith added as he held the bottle away from him. After all, Veith wasn't the best person to ask when it came to opening things.

.:l Morgan O’Donald l:.

”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,

After a few moments of rolling around with the ball, Morgan finally came to his senses. What had he just done? All the embarrassment was crashing down at this point! What kind of moron leaps out of the window with two people in tow and lands on a cart and almost on a kid all for the sake of a squeaky ball.

Morgan awkwardly coughed into his hand and sheepishly grinned. "Yeah, I'll definitely be taking responsibility, so don't worry about that. I don't know what got into me." The guilt! Why must it strike? "I'll clean up later on, but I'm perfectly fine with helping you out now."

He wasn't all too sure why Veith or this girl couldn't open the bottles themselves. They were really pushy weren't they? And so, he opened it and read aloud the little note he found within it.

"You're down to the last chapter. Soon you shall see the unlucky bachelor.
First, you have a task ahead. Pay close attention to what the Raven said.

'Everything is about to end. For you and all your precious friends.
What are you supposed to do? Nothing is the major clue.'

This warning shall be your last. Because you may need a visit straight to the past.
Quiting is not an option. Neither is being a cheater. Hurry up now. Lest, you'll never meet Peter....."

The dramatic silence at the end was unintentional. At that moment, Morgan just happened to glance out of the corner of the eyes and saw mutated rabbits making their way out of the ground underneath Xochi. "........" Yeap. He was speechless.

’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up

After dropping off his newest tasty morsel (hmm, maybe he should cut down a little?... nah), Voldemort took a short detour to the garden to admire the flowers. He wasn't sure why he cared, but they were colorful and pretty. Maybe they were edible? He picked a bouquet of them, though he wasn't sure what a bouquet was, and began to roam around outside the school, searching for another tasty snack to add to his collection.

As he made his way around the back of the school, he noticed a delicious little creature all alone. Perfect. He crept behind it slowly, not wanting it to alarm others of his existence. When he was right behind the clueless meal, he tapped its shoulder with a claw and held out the flowers.

Wait, what? After a split second of wondering what he was doing, Voldemort konked his victim on the head with the fist he held his flowers in. And then he noticed that there was some odd skin flap he had hit that wasn't on the last snack he collected. He plucked the hat up in his claws, having no clue what it was. He tried to drop it on his head, like how it had been on his victim's head, but it awkwardly balanced on his horns for a second before falling off each time he tried.

Eventually, he simply gave up and scooped up his prize, leaving the hat behind as he took his third snack and a bushel of flowers home.

[Exits with Pierce]