[h3]A Few Minutes Before Class||[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlgfqddpEEc]Starting Line[/url][/h3]

[color=#5A4FCF]”That Vixi was pretty nice!  I guess I really do look authentic~!”[/color] Delta heard from the pouch attached to his pocket.  He only offered up a succinct [color=#778899]”Mhmm.”[/color] while he stared out at the scene sect off by panes of glass.  At the familiar’s recounting of one of his comrades, he too thought back to the entire duration of lunch.  It was way more hectic than calming, really.  It was almost too much to take in.  The boy had told his team that he was going to explore a portion of the campus before classes started, but answered Robert’s question before taking his leave.  

[color=#778899]”Yes, I have Grimm Studies next.  I’ll see you guys there, going to look around the campus for a bit.”[/color] Delta stated in a slightly hurried tone.  In reality, he just needed a place to recollect his thoughts, albeit the lively hallway of students rushing to class wasn’t the best option on the list, he didn’t want to venture too far into the unknown.  His mind was overwhelmed with the myriad of experiences he bared witness to in such a short span of time.  There was his team, Gren’s celebratory party, even just bluntly the whole entire change in scenery.  But there was also something else floating in his mind, weaving its way between other thoughts in hopes of not being spotted…

Eve scrutinized the boy, who was currently a passenger on the train of thought that lacked a conductor.  It was rare to see Delta deep in musing.  Usually his mind operated on a candid algorithm that stemmed out further and further based on simple [i]yes[/i] or [i]no[/i] prompts.  The familiar was at least able to hazard a guess as to why the new students was lost in contemplation.  

Eve had already acclimated to the school theme, after all, it loved talking to other people and absorbing and storing any information deriving from them.  But Delta, on the other hand, must have a lot on his plate.  It’s not like he stayed up every night, gazing up at the scattered beacons of light high up in the sky, hoping one maverick would suddenly deviate from its sedentary state and speed across the celestial scape, just so he can become another proponent of a groundless belief.  One moment, he was a boy trained to think nothing but the view down his optics and the men beside him, the next he was a college student.  The same mindset applied, it was just the way that things were displayed was what confused him.  Eve was unable to trace Delta’s line of sight from this perspective.  He was probably looking out at the greenery, maybe even beyond the horizon in the distance.

[color=red]”Could you, for once in your life, just be human?”[/color] 

Delta winced slightly as the memory surfaced.  The delicate tone of the voice didn’t harmonize with the pained request it enunciated.  It was to the point where the memory no longer retained his complete shape, but rather spontaneously appeared in fragments, just to shatter any sense of serenity he managed to accumulate.  Yet it was his past that molded the boy of today, staring out the speckless window in ennui.  He couldn’t have gotten here without dragging his heart across the gravel road he was forced to walk.  Now, he was faced with the possibility of change.  All he had to do was walk forward.  [color=#778899]”Alright, let’s get a move on.  If we’re late, I’ll just say the deli suddenly brought out a last minute chicken special, and you kept me waiting.”[/color] Eve shouted in protest at the boy pushed himself off of the pane and proceeded to make his way to class, finally crossing the starting line.

Delta managed to arrive the same time as his comrades, giving them a slight wave as he paced his way over to the door.  There was the leader, the drunkard, and the newest member who seemed to be in the same boat as himself when it came to social interactions.  The boy felt a slight sense of relief at the notion that he wasn’t the only person suddenly thrown into a whole new kind of fray.  [color=#778899]”Got a certain row you fancy in there, team leader?”[/color] He asked in a faintly inquisitive monotone.  It was going to be interesting, comparing and contrasting what Port taught and Delta's experience in the field against Grimm.