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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

[b]”So yeah guys, welcome to Herculean Academy. Now all that’s left to do is set up roommates.”[/b]

Big Tony belted that one back to the group. The group broke out into murmurs as students discussed their living arrangements with those around them. The group had expanded as they spilled out of the train. Many looked unfamiliar to Graham. It made sense. Who could expect a man to learn this many faces in less than an hour?

Still, Graham found himself anxious at the thought of living with someone else. He was an only child, never actually having to share a room. He didn’t think he’d mind though. It could be fun. Anything could be an adventure if you put your mind to it.

He was about to speak up, starting an auction with only one item: the pleasure of being his rooming companion, when Alexis caught up to him.

[color=00aeef]"Thanks for having my back there. You really aren't so bad, Graham. So, uh, yeah. If you ever need anything, I’ll help ya.[/color]

Graham laughed again and unconsciously scratched the back of his head.

Honestly, he hadn’t planned on saying anything. And if he would have thought, he very well might have spilled the beans. But it just so happened that instincts kicked in over logic. Or rather, his loyalty beat out his honesty. Go figure.

[color=fdc68a]“Hey, don’t worry about about it. What are friends for?”[/color]

Graham puffed out his cheeks and pulled the most ‘serious’ face he could manage.

[color=fdc68a]”Oh. Yeah. That’s your punishment for dragging me into that. We’re friends now. Whether you like it or not.[/color]

Then the platform came into view. Then they were on the platform. Given the order to stay put, Graham couldn’t find much of a reason to argue. His options for escaping were to either head further into the unknown facility, or retreat back into the tunnels, into the dark unknown. If he was going to be completely lost, he’d much rather be able to see his toes, if need be.

Alexis must have spotted their short, injured friend. That or she saw an actual kitten. She veered off, and Graham followed like a lost puppy. Follow the leader, Mr. Turner.

And then there was Kitty. And the sleeping shortie. And glass-girl. 

He really had to figure out some names.

[color=00aeef]"Oh, hey, you got cast! Can I sign it?"[/color]

Graham noticed the cast. And…

Pokemon Stickers.

“Whoa! Those are awesome, haha! I want some...where’d you get ‘em?! And I call next!”

He couldn’t help himself. He was a kid at heart. Well, even more of a kid. Oh well. Act young, be young. He was fairly certain that the elderly said that. Somewhere, at least. After his moment of nerdy weakness, he turned his attention to the other two.

[color=fdc68a]“Oh, heya! Sorry about yelling at ya’ll. The name’s Graham. Nice to meetcha.”[/color] [/centre]