[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color], [color=brown]Ruben Tarblatt[/color][/h1]
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After the altercation in the garden, Harmon had remained still for a bit of time. Once the combination of Mika’s civility and that… [i]other girl’s[/i] intrusion subsided, he finally gauged the importance of the announcement. But he took Mika's parting words to mind – the auditorium would be holding the newcomers. He was no such thing. So, he made his way to the cafeteria after finishing the rest of his stroll.

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The cafeteria itself was, same as the few other times Harmon had seen it (he normally had his meals in seclusion, crowds pounded away at his thoughts after a while), filled to the brim. Not a lot of space to move around in. The moment he stepped inside, he scanned his surroundings and attempted to weave his way through the crowd. Most of the amassed students passed him a glance and nothing more (given that his hood was raised over his head, his appearance was effectively concealed), while others stared and sneered. He waved his camera through the crowd, bumping into one student after another. Thankfully, the moment he breached the opposing end of the small crowd, he was spared any further awkward maneuvering.

[color=brown]“Harmon.”[/color]

Now in his humanoid shape, Ruben approached Harmon from a nearby table situated at the wall of the cafeteria. A wide berth split amidst the students as he walked – most of them very, very confused as to what in the [i]hell[/i] something like him was doing here. He, however, paid them no mind whatsoever. [color=brown]“I. Have reserved. A table. For us.”[/color] Ruben said, turning and pointing his tendril over to said table. Harmon nodded and followed beside him, the berth still present.

[color=brown]“I set. A bowl. Of soup for you.”[/color] Ruben said, [color=brown]“As per. Your appetite.”[/color]

[color=gray]“Th-thank you…”[/color] Harmon replied. A pause went on before he asked, [color=gray]“Is… is there anyone else at… the table?”[/color]

[color=brown]“Of course not.”[/color]

It was the truth. The two reached a table by the wall, with a lone bowl of some sort of soup and a glass of water waiting for Harmon. Ruben himself would not actually be dining this evening. They both sat down and chatted idly to each other. About goals. About expectations.

About the future.