First Day [Frog]

He was never a morning person no matter how many times his family pushed him awake for the blooming day. Joseph held down a yawn by the time his feet hit the ground before the school's entrance. It was big and very state of the art. At least he hoped it was after hearing it was a new school that just opened. Getting a working schedule was easy enough, but finding his way around the entire campus was a whole another thing. But since there wasn't an information booth or anything similar handy right now there was only one thing he could try.

"Hey (loser), do you know where the classrooms are?" Joseph tapped on a nearby shoulder of someone passing by. Little did he know it belonged to a Psyche-Terrorist...

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That arrogant look this guy was giving him was tempting Joseph to smash his fist into him. That would be a massive problem for not only his first day at school, but his later attempt to enter the Cadet ranks. He kept his cool, like he always had to do. The time spent dealing with his own family and the mindless masses around him taught him that lashing out or acting unusual subsequently meant troublesome things followed. "(Fucking asshole) Which part of the building would have science courses? You ever heard of Professor Schmidt?"

Was this asshole toying with him? Joseph felt like this was the case. He wanted to pull himself off from this loser and move on to the next for the information he wanted. Though at least he knew where they were. It didn't hurt to at least try to get something more out of this interaction. Even then, if nothing useful ever came out of this conversation the longer they talked, he was going to make his presence scarce after being led to the classrooms. "I'm a third year. What's your name? (Fuckhead) I'm Joseph."

As much as Joseph didn't want to even associate with him, he had to act "nice". He wasn't a barbarian no matter how much he wanted to drop all these pretenses.

What kind of crack has his parents been taking to call their dumb son a frog? In fact, how is this loser still at school when there could be potential assholes looking to dump the nearest milque toast kid's head into the toilet? Whatever, not his problem. He shrugged and did as Froger said. Joseph didn't even say anything. But, he had to bring himself to continue the conversation on something, "Say, was there any announcement regarding Cadets in this school?"

Joseph didn't seem to understand why Frog was so uncomfortable with the subject. But internally, he was relishing that subject. It didn't hurt to smudge it in a little bit to enjoy him squirming a little bit more. While he loved to do this, the Cadet wannabe was curious why mentioning them elicited this reaction. "Not yet. Been thinking about it. They're pretty cool. Aren't they like superheroes? Everyone's raving praises for them. What about you?"

Good, I could always use the challenge." A hint of smugness was there in his words. But Joseph had reason to feel very worried. A Cadet was evidently different from a police officer, firefighter, or any physically active public servant. It was an odd answer to be hearing from someone living under the Queen's protection. But, this guy was a weirdo. So who cares? The only thing Joseph did give a single damn was his first class. He didn't want to be late. "How much longer until we reach the classrooms?"

"...Whatever, I'll go find it. I'll see you later, Frog. (Asshole) " The look of disdain was undeniable on Joseph's expression. But he had no time for it. Class was beginning to convene in a few minutes. With his training, it would be a cinch normally. But he had completely no idea of the lay of the land. What an useless asshole.

[Exit]