TEAM BRDG

"Grimm?" Eric perked a brow at the stranger, scythe resting lazily over his shoulder. He hadn’t the faintest idea what this fellow was talking about, and he wasn’t really sure that he wanted to find out. "Thi’s m’ uniform, righ’ ‘ere." He snorted. He glanced to the weapon on his shoulder. "An’ this? ‘s more deadly than ya’d think."

"That’s your uniform? Funny, I don’t think I remember the school changing the dress code. That suit looks mighty hard to maneuver in," Granger commented. "I’m gonna ask again, are you new to Beacon? Your wimpy looking saw isn’t gonna do much to a Beowolf, pal," he remarked, looking at the weapon, his eyebrows raised, a humored smile tugging at the sides of his lips. "And I’m soo sure. When a Grimm comes to kick yer ass, don’t come cryin’ to me," he said, the smile growing.

The words coming out of this guys’ mouth weren’t really registering with Eric. In fact, they really meant nothing to him. All of these names — creatures, he assumed — were foreign to him. “New? I don’ really know wha’ y’re talkin’ ‘bout.” Beacon. That must be where he was. "Look, I really don’ ‘ave any idea wha’ y’re chelpin’ on ‘bout."

"Nah, dude," Granger said. "But that'd be pretty sweet if ya could!"

Oh my god.

I feel like this happened before…

Someone needs to make a pic of him going super sonic.

then that would make him even happier because he’d be gold

He doesn’t look like a burning beauty, but man look at that xiao long.

DYY DYY

"Grimm?" Eric perked a brow at the stranger, scythe resting lazily over his shoulder. He hadn’t the faintest idea what this fellow was talking about, and he wasn’t really sure that he wanted to find out. "Thi’s m’ uniform, righ’ ‘ere." He snorted. He glanced to the weapon on his shoulder. "An’ this? ‘s more deadly than ya’d think."

"That’s your uniform? Funny, I don’t think I remember the school changing the dress code. That suit looks mighty hard to maneuver in," Granger commented. "I’m gonna ask again, are you new to Beacon? Your wimpy looking saw isn’t gonna do much to a Beowolf, pal," he remarked, looking at the weapon, his eyebrows raised, a humored smile tugging at the sides of his lips. "And I’m soo sure. When a Grimm comes to kick yer ass, don’t come cryin’ to me," he said, the smile growing.

The words coming out of this guys’ mouth weren’t really registering with Eric. In fact, they really meant nothing to him. All of these names — creatures, he assumed — were foreign to him. “New? I don’ really know wha’ y’re talkin’ ‘bout.” Beacon. That must be where he was. "Look, I really don’ ‘ave any idea wha’ y’re chelpin’ on ‘bout."

"Grimm?" Eric perked a brow at the stranger, scythe resting lazily over his shoulder. He hadn’t the faintest idea what this fellow was talking about, and he wasn’t really sure that he wanted to find out. "Thi’s m’ uniform, righ’ ‘ere." He snorted. He glanced to the weapon on his shoulder. "An’ this? ‘s more deadly than ya’d think."

"That's your uniform? Funny, I don't think I remember the school changing the dress code. That suit looks mighty hard to maneuver in," Granger commented. "I'm gonna ask again, are you new to Beacon? Your wimpy looking saw isn't gonna do much to a Beowolf, pal," he remarked, looking at the weapon, his eyebrows raised, a humored smile tugging at the sides of his lips. "And I'm soo sure. When a Grimm comes to kick yer ass, don't come cryin' to me," he said, the smile growing.

"… Why would you assume you’re in trouble?" The woman asked, quirking an eyebrow, "It’s a dorm check up. I’m doing rounds to see how each team is doing and report any… Misdeeds, so to speak, to Glynda."

"Oh, uh, no reason," Granger replied. "Well, you won’t find any ‘misdeeds’ here," he explained, looking around the room. "But feel free to check."

"Then I trust your word then Mr Granger. You or your team don’t seem like bad kids, I hope you won’t be the first to break my judgement." The woman commented with a censured stare.

"Well, yeah. "I’d hate to break anyone’s judgement," he admitted. "And yeah, we’re quite the team. I got pretty lucky with them. Though Roric doesn’t seem to think so. Jokes on him, I was the one who protected his sorry butt in the beginning."

The woman gave an amused smirk, “Good to hear you’re getting along then.” she remarked sarcastically. Looking back on her list, she let out a content sigh, “Well, you’re the last dorm I had to inspect. Congrats. I’ll catch you later in class then Granger.” Azure waved nonchalantly as she walked away with the aid of her cane.

Granger watched her as she walked away, waiting until she was out of sight to sigh with relief. "Thank god she's gone," he murmured. "I was beginnin' to think she was gonna find a way ta get me in trouble."