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     His gait was usually refined, but now sloppy from a lack of sleep; almost tripping over the hem of his sarong every now and then. This shouldn’t have been a problem but the manner he’d tied it caused the cloth to drag awkwardly along the side his heel. It was too much of a nuisance either way; it was a miracle he’d even bothered with it at all. Judging by his current state, it wouldn’t have been wrong to assume he was intoxicated despite not being so. 

      It really wasn’t much of a surprise to him, and probably to the onlookers around them, that he’d managed to collide with someone. Finally slipping over the garment he’d been too lazy to tire properly and conveniently falling right into the girl in front of him. Luckily enough for him, when they fell, he wasn’t the one to hit the floor; rather, Albel lands on his knees, head rested against the other’s shoulder. Which is far more comfortable than where he had been napping. Admittedly, he nearly considered just staying there.

     Ah right. He couldn’t trust anyone here. Especially not enough to use them as a pillow. He sits up, staring at her blankly before yawning. Mood as foul as always, if not more so than usual, finding no particular reason to brighten up simply for being in the presence of another person. Especially not after she had so rudely bumped into him! Even though, it was mostly… entirely his fault. Minor details didn’t matter, after all. 

Oh, this was bad—this was so, so bad. He’d been doing fairly well in terms of managing his clumsiness up to this point, but…it seemed more conscious effort was required than he’d thought. If he didn’t watch himself, he was liable to trip and—

"I-I-I’m so s-sorry…!"

—accidentally spill some tea onto a lady’s shoe.

(It had cooled to a manageable temperature, so there was little chance of it burning her, but…!)

The heat bothered her far less than the liquid; while her shoes weren't exactly absorbent , it still wasn't exactly a pleasant sensation. Slipping her foot from the shoe - wasn't he lucky that the tea hadn't touched her anklet? -   she'd  almost  look sympathetic. It was natural to be annoyed, but at least he'd tried to apologise.

He was relieved, she seemed like a nice person who wanted to help, lucky! keeping the glass between his teeth he articulated the best he could.

" Old lady! Please help me out! If you could just put away the glasses one by one it shouldn’t be a problem… "

Dining Room, 3:00PM

At one of the dining tables sat a teenage boy, bored out of his mind. He tapped his finger against the table as he tried to make a sense out of all of this. He needed to be in Academy City, not… Wherever this was.

" Mmm… What am I supposed to do..? " There was stuff about unity and working as team with strangers, that’s alright, Gunha done that plenty of times in his life. But will it grant him his freedom?

He took the glasses from the seats next to him and put them next to each other, his own glass on top of it as he was thinking, a feat considered a miracle coming from him. As he pondered, before he knew it, the boy and already collected every single glass in the dining hall and built a pyramid of glass on the table.

It spark some kind of interest for Gunha, as he ran to each and every cupboard he could find to get more glasses. Before anyone knew it he had stapled up 300 glasses into one huge pyramid.

With arms crossed, he looked triumphantly on his masterpiece.

" Hey, not bad! I wonder of I ca- No! No no no nonononono! “ 

Accidentally bumping into one of the table’s legs, the whole pyramid started to shake and he saw the work of art he had created was going for a tragic fate as the top started fall. In a state of panic, he grabbed the table in one hand and raised it, using the immense force of his lungs to blow at the pyramid to stabilize it the best he could as he caught several of the glasses with his free hand and one with his mouth.

As gracious and incredible as his save was. He was now finding himself in a new pickle. While the balance of the table he held high in one  hand was at absolute balance, the slightest shift  would make the whole pillar of glass crash down. To put it shortly, he was in a deadlock where he couldn’t move without risking to shatter over 200 glasses.