Rosalyn
There was something about the way that Drew casually tried to pass the blame of Bride's drunkenness off that pissed Rosalyn off. He drank first, he KNEW the punch was spiked, it was very, very obvious. And yet he let her drink anyway, it was entirely his fault. Rosalyn blamed himself a little bit too, because he had let Bride go off alone with the perv. But it was mostly Drew's fault. There was also no way in hell he was getting their numbers, that was like begging for sexual harassment. The day he did was the day Rosalyn smashed his phone and broke some of his fingers. The Battleblood family was known for their ruthlessness, something Rosalyn had most definitely inherited.
As Rosalyn collected the things he would need for classes today, Drew kept harassing him. And Rosalyn found himself getting angrier and angrier. He could just barely see what appeared to be red mist creeping into the corners of his vision, the tell tale sign of berserking. The Hulk was based off of the Battleblood's skill, anger could trigger it very easily. Rosalyn took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, waiting until the mist faded before moving to the door. Before leaving though, Rosalyn turned toward his roommate. "You can harass me all you like, I don't care. But if I EVER catch you doing this to Bride... It won't end well for either of us. You'll be leaving the school in a body bag, and me in a cop car. And I KNOW I can survive in prison."
Rosalyn put his usual cheery smile on his face after that. "Well then, bye roomie!" He said in his usual cheery tone. And with that he left his room and started heading down to where his first class was supposed to be.
Leon
Leon was a little sad that Lavender didn't remember him. And a little jealous that the guy could just forget about the awful things he went through in the hospital like that. While ever moment was still vivid and unforgettable to him. He thought of some of the things that had happened to them during that time and wondered if any of them would help jog Lavender's memory. There was lots of things, but most of it was normal hospital stuff that wouldn't stand out. Finally Leon's brain signaled in on a couple of things.
"I'm pretty sure its you. Uh, you taught me some flower language and made me change what my favorite flower was because it had a bad meaning. I played some video games and you cried the first time my character died. They botched up one of my surgeries and when I woke you were sitting next to me holding my hand. Your parents couldn't come on your birthday and you were upset so I made you a bouquet from the hospital garden and cheered you up." Before each new memory Leon paused for a moment to see if anything was jogging Bride's memory.
Quincy
With nobody coming to bother him, Quincy's nap went from being that, to the much deeper sleep he needed to restore his energy. If anybody came by now he wouldn't here them and they'd have to wake him up if they needed him. They were going to have a hell of a time trying to get him up though. Once he was in this state, he could sleep through an explosion. The mouse was silent as he slept, no snoring would be heard from this guy. He never did, even when he was sick, cause he's a mouse and they're naturally quiet to hide from predators like cats. Quincy hated cats.