☄️ ... rowan wasn't the academic type by any means, only barely getting by on his street smarts. the idea of academia terrified him. still, he agreed to at least look into what bless u had to offer. or rather, who bless u had to offer. while the courses were lacklustre, the students enrolled seemed to be the opposite, specifically, slapstick. he'd first noticed him during the ‘endless night’ where he'd seen glimpses of cartoonish items being thrown about in combat whilst he, himself, illuminated the surrounding areas. it was amusing, why not investigate? there's only so much the internet could fill him in on. “ yo, slap! ” hands cupped around mouth as he calls for the other across the campus green, soon taking a slow jog over to him. “ glad i caught you. had some questions for ya’! ” and his demeanour is already suspicious, hands firm on his hips as he sizes him up. the grin on his lips only further raises suspicions. prepare yourself, emilio. he has no filter. “ you got any other cool tricks up your sleeve? other than pulling fuckin’ cartoon hammers outta nowhere... ” and he proceeds to observe, leaning left and right in attempts to figure out just exactly where these items are conjured from. “ heard some things about your body bein’... rubber? s’that true? ” / @killertwhips
