#gentomologist

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gonta!

You will be housed in HOUSE 102.

You will retain everything you had in your previous stay!

As he strides in from his daily running about, Grimm finds that he is not alone. And it’s not Ismael, either! A new face, how exciting!

“Let us see! By my calculations, you must be either an obsessed and adoring fan who has located a key to my dwelling, or...”

“A new roommate of mine! My greetings to you, friend!”

“ Gonta, you need to help me! It’s terrible, I’m... I’m too scared to- WAAAHHH!! ”

Ouma had turned the school upside down in search for the entomologist. Intense, heartbreaking tears commenced, combined with an overdrawn breakdown. The prankster had refused to explain what his issue was, and instead grasped Gonta’s hand and dragged him along. 

Surprisingly enough, the destination was his own dorm. Even the people he seemed closest too, Ouma never allowed to enter. It was with great hesitation if he let anyone inside and his usual excuse was that behind the door slumbered a hidden cave filled with all things malevolent and evil. Obviously, no one faint-hearted could survive entering. Only he was strong enough.

“ Y-you gotta get rid of it... it’s so hairy and ugh! Super different from bugs, I can’t take it! ” Ouma let go of Gonta’s hand and rubbed over his eyes, before unlocking the door. Inside, an absolute mess welcomed them — or rather, an organised mess whose structure only the leader could comprehend. His room contained colourful costumes, souvenirs, boxes and files with who-knows-what inside, as well as prank items, video games and empty candy wrappers. The only reason his white board appeared unused was because Ouma had turned the correct side against the wall.

“ There it is... now do something about it! ”

Still teary-eyed, he pointed at a spider in the corner of his room. It was about three inches big, hairy and had built its nest on the ceiling. A rare find!

“I suppose your style can’t be considered terrible– But it could DEFINITELY use some work. Who do you hope to impress while dressed like– Well, you know, that?”

                        Giving the other a look of pity mixed with a hint of disgust, the hero would circle around him. Fashion was extremely important to Reaver, and when he saw someone with the potential to be used, he took it upon himself to turn them and their attire into his own personal pet project. Stopping directly in front of Gonta, his gaze would narrow.

“How tall are you, boy?”

          cleaning brings many a treasure when she actually gets around to doing it, and this time, it’s not one for her. her eyes widen a little bit when a fluffball flutters free from her stack of spare clothes. it wasn’t there yesterday, so it must have gotten stuck there earlier today.

          before it gets too far, she gently claps her hands around it. she can feel it fluttering in between her hands, and each brush of its wings tickles her palms. yumeno lets out a little giggle. but she can’t keep it in here; the doves would eat it. but she does have a classmate who’s very good with bugs, and maybe he’d like it.

          so, hands carefully containing the precious cargo, she heads over to where she thought he might be. apparently that isn’t quite right, but she does soon find him. and she’s smiling, too, when she does— a rather rare sight, given her general expression of... uh. tired neutrality.

     “hey... gokuhara... gokuhara, look—"

“Gokuhara-san,” Kaede hums, finger tapping her lip contemplatively. “Do bugs like music?” The question has been nagging at her since meeting the other boy, considering plants like music, and many animals do, she supposes bugs probably do, but not that she knows that for a fact. 

Hello hi here he is, a visitor in the Golden Ward’s Netwalk. Honestly, he’d heard about this park from one of his regulars at the parlour and while he’s partial to reptiles he figures it wouldn’t hurt to visit the peculiar little inhabitants. Frankly, Mallek’s been hoping he’d be able to see what their unusual features are all about as he’s been starved for some form of connection. But upon seeing them, he has far more questions than answers in his mind. Not many events manage to baffle him, but damn it these are some cute... Organic life forms? Robots? He hasn’t ventured near them just yet, but he’s definitely in awe already.

lanque doesn’t usually go for any sort of... chaste interactions with anyone after the first time either getting in trouble or trying to get into bed with someone. but to be fair, he also didn’t expect to run into gonta again. up bright and early as usual and ready to take on the day, flowers tied around his horns to go for a slightly more unique approach on his usual morning flower crown.

he walks with a pep in his step down the street as the warm sun radiates his skin and stops in his tracks at the sight of gonta also coming out of his own townhouse... it’d be funny if he got scared because of the nightmare of their first meeting, “ gonta, good-- ” but he has more pressing matters to attend to.