[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deathedge[/color][/h1][/center]

Deathedge remained at peace, and wanted to stay in peace, but soon, he found himself craving for a quick snack.

"[color=ed1c24]...Eh.[/color]"

Standing up from the bench he nearly slept on, the white-haired student dusted his clothes before walking to the school's direction. It actually took him a while to find the cafeteria due to some unlucky miscalculations he made while searching for it, but nevertheless, he did end up walking into it. Hopefully, no one bothered him while he ate at the place.

The Deathedge decided to feast upon salad, and salad only. After all, his parents treated him to an abnormal amount of sweets before he left for Orean Cause. Deathedge liked his diet to be in a balance.

Picking up a tray and receiving some salad, the white-haired man took the nearest empty table, proceeding to eat the food he just received.

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[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Disc O. Baylor[/color][/h1][/center]

A tune slowly oozed around the school. What kind of tune? A musical tune. What kind of musical tune? A tune with bass.

Lots and lots of bass.

Disc O. Baylor loved music, yet he was considerate enough not to blast out music at full volume at the school. Instead, he blasted music through some headphones, his body naturally making motions as he walked outside the main building. Music was his groove, and it was disco was his jam. Disco was love, music was life.

As he walked, the student suddenly stopped moving, pumping his neck and chest along with the beats of the music he listened to, before returning back to his little walk. He could feel the burn of disco lighting an adrenaline deep within him.