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Zachariah hated being there, but he also could not escape it.

He was not sure which bright administrator at Destiny City University had made it their mission to torment him and all the other summer students--not that he really gave a s**t about any of them--by holding a ******** carnival at his university for an entire week. One day was one thing. He was well-used to that insanity at this point, being a senior student that had suffered through many a Fall Festival and Spring Fling. An entire summer carnival going for a week, though, was new and potently unwelcome.

After a while of suffering the noise of the DJ, Zachariah decided to give up on his attempts of hiding in his room and instead emerge onto the quad. Perhaps it would be entertaining. He was not sure. He wished it was not so loud.

There may have been an ear plug in one of his ears as if that would be helpful. It was decidedly not.

When some other man approached him, Zachariah lifted a brow, unamused. Who the hell was--

"I live here," replied Zachariah, flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced out to the dance floor again, vaguely noticing a couple of the teenagers attempt to grind on each other. He had no interest in seeing that. What happened to dancing at an arm's length apart? Were there not enough chaperones here? "I am fairly sure literally no one here knows how to dance."

"Yes."

This was his own personal hell. Usually, summer living on campus was his favorite time. Less students meant that there was less noise, less parties, less ... people, really. Of course, then the administration decided that it was just too peaceful, that they could not have this ******** carnival elsewhere, that they had to take over the entirety of the quad with this bullshit--

Zachariah's eyebrow quirked as he watched one man attempt to break dance. It was awful. He was fairly sure he was attempting to show off, but the lack of talent shined in the way the man had to keep repositioning himself. It did not look fluid. It also looked like he was about to swing his leg in such a way that it would send someone else tumbling.

Honestly, Zachariah wished he would.

"Their lack of talent is astounding. I am waiting for them to knock each other over. That may at least be funny."

There was a moment why he considered why he was not in his room, and scoffed, before lifting a finger and pointing out the nearby dorm building. "You see that building over there? With this ******** loud nonsense, hard to block it out from that distance. Gave up."

He glanced over to the other and quirked a brow. "Why are you here if you do not live here?"

Surely he had friends?

That in itself seemed like quite the funny joke, and Zachariah could not help the odd chortle he gave in response. Friends. That was funny. Why the ******** would Zachariah want to associate himself with any of these people? If people acted so often the way he was watching them act, having friends seemed like a bad idea.

(It honestly seemed like a bad idea for many reasons, but loud carnivals where people were dancing awfully were not the place to be reflecting on that.)

"I cannot hole myself in a cafe for a whole ******** week," finally decided Zachariah, crossing his arms once more as he watched the dancers. Hopefully, they would stop soon. That would be ideal. Perhaps, then, he could go back to studying. Maybe they would switch to a slower song soon. At the very least, that would be less annoying.

Rather put his head through a beam? Zachariah could, admittedly, sympathize on some level. "That is fair. Does she seem to be," he snorted, "behaving, at least? At least her dancing is not too awful."