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 The Derse Coffee place was actually a pretty cool place to hang out, and therefore, of course, only the coolest of kids hung out there. So obviously, Roxy and he had to show up on a regular basis. You know. To keep everything cool. This is just how it works, please don’t question it.

“PANCAKES!”

Oh holy hell in a ham basket did the alarm set for 2 o’clock in the flipping morning scare the bajeezus out of John. Why did he set the alarm so early and shout so loudly one of his roommate’s /relatives/ might have heard it? To answer the first question: it was because he had an appointment with destiny, specifically the part of destiny where he had to get up before sunrise and take care of a bunch of munchkins in the form of, you guessed it, adopted puppies! To the second question: it was because John was kind of a douche that way. Regardless of his asshole status, he slams the snooze button on the alarm and scrambles his way to the bathroom.

It was just an average everyday class assignment. The instuctions were simple, to the point, and the procedure seemed agony free as long as the students had paid attention in class prior to this. The tools were already on each of the tables which sat four students each, although some desks were over by the corners. Then came the magic word that some dreaded while others praised thanks to the opportunity/disadvantge of: partners.

Specifically, lab partners, since this was a lab, and a lab based around science at that. The pairings could be made with anyone from any table, and people would have to move over to accommodate. Davian Strider was one of the more... intimidating students at his table, standing at 6′2″ and looking pretty damn chill with those shades of his. It wouldn’t surprise him if the peers in his general facility flew the coop once the teacher set the time limit at around a minute to find one’s choosen classwork buddy.

He had thought he had seen the last of this guy a long, long time ago. Or, he had hoped so, at least. God he had hoped so, he was so much happier here. He didn’t even have any idea how this guy had even FOUND him. He was hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of miles from where he had used to live as a kid! Why the hell was he all the way out in Maine?! What the fuck...?!

 He wasn’t even sure why he would still be interested in finding him. And yet there he was, walking around on campus with a keen eye out. And Dave had immediately flipped his shit. He freaked out, feeling like he had gotten punched in the gut. He had nearly dropped his guitar case and basically just sprinted in the opposite direction.

 He had heard some yelling, but he didn’t stop to find out why they were yelling, who was yelling, or what was being said. He just needed to get out of there. Technically, Bro was his legal guardian now, so he should be okay, but... what if he wasn’t? And even then, he didn’t want to talk to this guy, he didn’t even wanna see him!

 He sprinted inside of the dorm buildings, running up stairs, desperate to find somewhere to hide. After a moment of panic, he grabbed the first door he could find-- locked. Next door-- locked, locked, locked! He basically fell into the first door that opened, leaping inside and slamming it behind him, throwing the lock with a click as he leaned against the wood, panting.

Shining, shimmering, Splenda.~

Hilarious Disney into coffee shop lyrics aside, John Egbert could not have been happier running things solo at Prospit Coffee. It was one of those rare moments indeed where even his manager had something else on her plate (although he was still expecting some surprise, er, inspections every once in a while.) His record was not the most clean so far, but he thinks that because he was such a dedicated worker, that he managed to slip out under the red a set number of times. It wasn’t like he was hurting anyone, and he had yet to unleash the big boy pranks too.

Speaking of pranks, today seemed like a perfect day for one, to the great misfortune of the next victim. He couldn’t help but wonder how their rival/sister coffee shop was doing, shaking his head and gulping after realizing that their boss would probably never had let him get away with half the shit he pulled. John instead busied himself with scanning the small crowd, all orders fulfilled for the time being as he waited for the next sucker- he meant paying customer. That friendly, goofy smile just screamed how amiable the next food or drink item ordered would be.

John Egbert entered through the doors of Prospit Coffee, looking about as casual as he seemed, but this was just a ruse. He was here with a goal in mind, a sense of purpose unlike anything this town has yet to see. There was an obvious agenda that the young man had taken upon himself to fulfill, and fulfill it he shall along with people’s cups if he gets hired, that is. He was show everyone what it means to come into an establishment where he has just enough power to turn a few tables, and maybe a few heads.

So far so good, the school year was already progressing swimmingly. There wasn't too much need for worry quite yet. Though, seeing as Kankri still didn't much care for his appearance whenever anyone made comments on it he would try going to sweater town. Only one problem with that however, this school had a uniform. Seeing as Kankri didn't see himself wanting to break any rules thus far, he looked to keep on plugging away in that same manner. So instead he would just tug at his beanie, today's being black, pull down his sleeves, and put one foot in front of the other. Normally the comments were mild, saying he shouldn't cover such pretty hair or that Kankri's freckles were just so adorable.

It really shouldn't bother him that much, but it did. Somehow it made him feel like perhaps he wasn't making the right sort of impression on his classmates. It made him think back to the old ladies and churchgoers that commented on his hair before his dad let him cut it. Why did appearance have to matter so much anyhow? Kankri was just here to get a decent education so he could go off to do as he pleased in the world. Nevertheless, it still ended up stressing him out a bit. 

It was a day just as any other. The sun was out, notably there was no rain at least. Kankri had recently put away his violin and was now sitting on the edge of his bed. Still enthralled by the notes encircling his bloodpusher as well as its beat, his thoughts were in a bit of a frenzy. From the excitement and peace of Vivaldi's own "Four Seasons", to a storm brewing through the staff portraying "The Flight of the Bumblebee" that Kankri hoped to come flying out of his strings one day, he was going through a whirlwind of emotions. The feeling of letting down his greatest composers in a moment of weakness had crossed his mind, though Kankri Vantas kept in mind that this was something he had to do.

Seeing as there was no school this day, he donned his favorite sweater that easily concealed as well as provided comfort. Tugging at the end of his sleeves, Kankri held his hands at the bottom of his face, covering his mouth. Today had started out fairly well, however the possibility of having to request a new room by the end of it was still ever-present. Not for many reasons, though he did see a potential tall one taking place. Today was the day he told his roommate that Kankri was born female.

It wasn't really that big of a deal. The school had even been accommodating enough to the point where Kankri could live in a male dorm. Though, he had no idea where said roommate stood on this whole matter. Really it had been quite the accomplishment these few encounters the two had shared that Kankri had not yet given his "secret" away. Somehow the students here at Alternia Academy were kind and willing to accept him. Something Kankri couldn't ask better of. Common decency did dictate, however, that he informed his roommate. Particularly so he wouldn't run the risk of wearing certain items of clothing too long to maintain a certain appearance.

Hearing the door to their joined bedroom unlock, Kankri took in a deep breath while closing his eyes. This was it. He could do this. Standing up, Kankri walked right up to him while maintaining the proper amount of "bubble" space, and looked him in the eye. Cursing inside why he had to remain a higher stature than Kankri, he took another deep breath with a smile. "I-it is a pleasure. Ah, I do no believe we have actually properly conversed, or for that matter, even properly made introductions. On my own part I must apologize for it having taken this long. Though I do believe we should have a discussion considering the fact we are roommates and as such will be sharing a room. Whether you think so or not is your own opinion, but I will continue on regardless."