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Luciano Vega
6 AM. He had woken up around 6 AM. Strangely, he didn't feel all that tired. Was it like some kind of reverse jet lag? Or just how weird it was not waking up to the constant familiar sounds and smells of home. In half an hour, Leopoldo would wake up in crying fuss, and his nannies would be quietly bustling down the hall, to quiet him with milk. Luisa and Lucretia would wake up from the smell and want food too, making more noise. Lorenzo's two corgis would be up and whining, and one of the butlers would take them on a walk. At 7, Loretta and Levina would be up and bickering, fighting over the dresses they both always wanted to wear. And 15 minutes after that, Leonardo would start his morning piano practice. By 7:30, no one in the house could sleep from all the activity and cacophony, breakfast being prepared, endless talking, dogs barking, the days schedules being given out, children getting ready for school and playdates.
He decided there was no use in wasting time, and slowly got ready for school. He drew out his activities of showering, combing his hair, and getting dressed not out of respect for his partner, likely still asleep, but to eat up as much time as possible. Still, it only took him 30 minutes to be fresh and ready for the day. Damn. Maybe he needed a more extravagant morning routine?
God, this was boring. He still had half an hour to kill before breakfast. Maybe if he walked really slowly, it would be 7 by the time he got there.
He fixed the red tie on his uniform, aimlessly looking himself over in the mirror as he played back yesterday's events. He'd arrived in Prydain at the Lynden airport in the morning after a 5 hour flight, gotten straight on a train to Enklen, gone through the whole bonding ceremony with a very weird looking girl in all black (What, had she just come back from a funeral?), and spent the rest of the day re-exploring and goofing off. He was somewhat skeptical of the system this school used to determine compatibility. Was he really best matched with a strange, unfriendly-looking goth? They had even unbounded her from someone too. This place was weird.
"Hey, I'm going to breakfast, see you there."
Speak of the devil, there was his partner now. He guessed it was time for breakfast already.
"Ah, sì, I'll be right there!" He called, grabbing his bookbag and shoving in what he'd need for the day. Notebooks, pencil case, cellphone, whoopee cushion, all valid essentials for the day. He buckled up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried out the door to the dining hall.
He stood in line to get his food, a Prydainian-style omelet, fried potatoes called hash, bacon and a cafe latte. He was always surprised by the amount of food Prydainians ate for breakfast. In Lupinia most people had coffee or milk, accompanied by hard bread rolls or cookies. It was only supposed to be a small relaxed snack, but here it was a full meal. Meats, vegetables, cereals, pancakes, there was so much! How could people eat a frittata every day and not get fat? Even last year, he kept these big breakfasts to once a week. Today he wanted to fit in with his fellow students as much as possible.
He spotted Nancy after a little searching, all the uniforms made people look alike. He supposed he should sit down with her, since she was his partner. But she was already sitting with someone else, probably a friend from last year. And there was some short fancy looking guy making a big fuss. Part of him wanted to avoid the drama, but another part of him wanted to stick around. The little guy looked pretty high strung, maybe he could try something fun with him. After a long mental debate, he headed over, sitting next to Nancy and the new blonde boy, smiling.
"Good morning friends! You are excited for classes today, no?"
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