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It was business as usual in the Trainee's dorms. People milling about this way and that, content to go about their business (or their divison's business, in most cases), and amongst all the normalicy...was Jeremy. The tanned Trainee was walking with an obviously bowlegged gait, his tongue out and brows furrowed in concentration as he hauled an overfull pail of water from the communal washrooms back to his dorm room. It was overfull for various reasons, reaching from an actual attempt to maximize productivity by overfilling in case of spillage...and outright negligence when it came to paying attention to how full the pail was.

Needless to say, there was a trail of water in his wake, and his clothing was nothing short of soaked.

"SEE MOLS I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!" He yelled - Jerm had little use for an indoor voice - as he shuffled into his room, the door propped open with an old shoe, and set dropped the pail into the overly pink kiddie pool in the middle of his room, sending water everywhere.

Jake was on his way back to his room, when he noticed a trail of water on the ground.
Did someone... have an accident?

He really shouldn't have bothered, should have just kept walking, but curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself before the blond trainee's room, giving the two hunters a strange look.

"What... in the world are you two doing?"

Molly was pouring the last bit of water out of the second pail when a new voice called out, and curls bounced as her head whipped around to see.

…Oh! Well…she had seen this hunter around a few times, but she’d never been introduced to him personally. Regardless, Molly beamed at Jake, but then immediately went into worry-mode when Jeremy just bum rushed the hunter and grabbed his wrists.

“Oh…um…” She smiled awkwardly, and put down her pail. She then moved over to the two, and couldn’t help but lean as well, examining Jake’s wrists, and wondering what exactly Jeremy was looking for in them. “Hello!” She chirped to Jake. “It’s so nice to see you! I hope you’re fairing well today! My name is Molly, Mist Division, and that’s Jeremy. He’s in Sun! You can remember that because his hair is like the sun too!” She beamed, and patted Jeremy’s elbow.

“What’s your name?”

Never mind that Jake was getting accosted...in two different ways.

"JUST AS I SUSPECTED!" Jeremy cried out, releasing Jake's wrists to stroke his chin like a master villain. He needed no introduction - Molly had taken care of that already. "You arrived right on time, Jake Death Division!" The overly blonde young man was practically stomping his way towards his desk, digging through all of his possession (which was just a whole lot of air) until he found what he was looking for. Then he stomped his way back, grinning like the happiest kid on the planet, and pushed something into Jake's chest - a bank card.

"I need forty rubber duckies, okay? Thanks!" He turned to retrieve his fallen bucket, but before he could stoop to grab it, he turned suddenly, pointing at poor, innocent Jake. "NO WAIT I need Fifty! Okay now you can go~"

And then he made shooing motions.

Suspected WHAT?
It was official. This guy was insane. Completely nuts.

... In time for WHAT?
He stared as the trainee stomped off, digging through who knows what, and returned to shove... a bank card in his hands.
Did the kid... want him to take his money?

... Rubber duckies. Really. REALLY?
Rather than leaving, he only stood at the doorway, staring- no, glaring at Jeremy.
"THE HELL. If you want them so bad, why don't you GO YOURSELF."
He wasn't anybody's lacky, ok, especially not some weirdo trainee who just randomly touched people and pointed at them demanding stuff.

He turned to the pink-haired hunter, arching an eyebrow at her.
At least this one was a bit easier to deal with.
"Uh, yah, yes..."
Even if he wanted to forget, Chester wouldn't allow him.

When she offered to go instead, he more than happily shoved the card at her.
"Yes, or let HER go instead."

Molly yelped as the card was shoved at her, and she was frantically bouncing it in the air as she tried to get a hold of it. She managed to catch it, and clutched it to her chest, sighing with relief. Relief that was short lived…

Welp…with Jeremy using such an authoritative tone, how could she argue! Molly ducked her head, sheepishly, her cheeks burning red. “O-oh yes! You’re right, Jeremy, I’m really sorry!” She did say she’d fill the pond! She was very busy. Silly Molly, forgetting her place. She reached out and took Jake’s hand, and placed the card back in it.

"No, you~" Jeremy sing-songed back at Jake before settling into a fit of giggles that were thankfully brief. "Cake, you're my last and only hope!" The tone of his voice had changed drastically; the giggles were gone (barely), and he sounded desperate and needy...and maybe also a little bit like he was dying.

Laying it on thick was turning out to be a hobby for him.

"You can even buy yourself something small with the left overs!" It was an added incentive, and the suddenly not-really-dying Jeremy was all puppy dog eyes.

C-cake?
What was even...
He felt like he was talking to a 4-year old.
"It's Jake. J-AKE. Get it right."
He let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers as he squeezed his eyes shut. This was giving him a migraine.
"There's no way in hell I'm going out in public holding a shitload of rubber duckies. What do you even NEED them for? That damn kiddie pool's not gonna fit them all."

He then turned to Molly, giving her a look.
Lady. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
"Please. Does it look like I care? I don't even know why I'm standing here wasting time dealing with you two."
With that, he turned, and started walking away.