“Notepad… check
Pen… check
Pencil… check
Spare pen and pencil… check
Sunglasses… check
Town guide… check
2x Potion… check
Bottle of water… check
Claw… check.”
He looked at his wrist.
“Watch… check.”
His pockets.
“Wallet… check
Phone… check
Lens cloth… check.”
A small, quick grin touched his thin lips as he reached for his Kama. The strong, cool chain wrapped up in his left hand, the dark metallic scythe in his right as he stroked the blade’s engraving with his thumb.
“Good old Kamaitachi,” he said as he placed the weapon into his bag along with the other miscellaneous items he had prepared last night ‘just incase'.
He slowly raised himself fro his crouched position on the floor of his dormitory, pulling the bag onto his fairly narrow shoulders as the fabric of his black shirt made way for the strap. Although his body was lean it was also very sturdy- so the slight weight of the bag would not interfere with natural movement.
It was still fairly early, however Balamb Garden was still rather busy. Many students filled with vibrant energy, others tired and shuffling around the grounds like hung-over zombies. The cafeteria queue was no exception. Although it was always busy, to a rather impatient young man like Flynn this was an exceptionally long queue. The dinner ladies were invisible amongst the crowds of students making constant, annoying noise. Although not as much of a giant as to tower over everybody, at 6’1” he was still quite tall, so feeling claustrophobic and insignificant was not a usual feeling. An especially boisterous group were just in front of him, immaturely knocking each other around and laughing. One knocked into Flynn, an arm brushing his glasses almost completely off his nose. He groaned- his impatience building up even more profusely as he readjusted the rectangular frames onto his nose and around his ears. Normally one to keep a cool head- two of the biggest things to irk him were immaturity and not being able to get something done quickly and efficiently. He brushed the front of his dark brown hair back with his hand to hide his rather evident frown- a rather pointless act considering his hair was always held in place with hairspray and a little liquid gel. As the queue slowly inched forward, Flynn eventually found himself at the front.
“What would it be today?” asked the friendlier one of the women.
Flynn looked upon the breakfast choices. Plain cereal, greasy breakfasts, hotdogs, burgers, sandwiches, salad… His nose scrunched a little looking at some of the unhealthier options.
“I’ll have a salad please, and do you mind toasting one of those cheese baguettes? I need something rather substantial… without being too slimy and sickly.”
The woman winced. Flynn wasn’t always the easiest customer- unlike many of the other students he refused to eat anything that looked unhealthy, yet wouldn’t eat anything too plain. Although he personally didn’t find an issue with his use of language, the older and more temperamental of the dinner ladies lowered her eyebrows and gave a cold glare, as if to say “mind your mouth” but was too busy with serving another student. Flynn had never found it easy to make friends. People either found his solitary lifestyle odd, his well-educated-sounding voice and body language irritating, or found his personality to be rude and arrogant. Luckily his antisocial nature never really bothered him. He took his Panini and salad and found a corner in the cafeteria, next to a plant and by a window- and slightly away from the constant racket of other students.
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