#m:preston

He's in what he assumes to be the most gaudy shade of orange he's ever come across - it's this years color for orientation at his university, though Preston had decided that whoever picked the color must have been color blind. He shakes his head, a mess of curls falling into his face when he does so. It's too early for this, and the sun is too hot and he really just wants to go back to his dorm and mess around on the computer, or spend time with a specific someone whom he hasn't seen all summer. But, he can't right now, as she hasn't come into town yet and he's on duty. But his hands are in his pockets as he follows the crowd of orientation leaders into the main lobby of the university and he stops and searches the room, finding his group with ease and giving them a little speech about the days activities and provides them all with little campus maps, simply doing his job. And then, they're onto the grand tour of campus and he's clapping his hands to try and acquire the attention of his group. 

             "All right! Everyone listen up!"

He'll pause very briefly to get a good look at everyone, and he's tried his best to take note of most of their names, but there's a bunch of them and it's really confusing.