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He opens the door to his class, knowing damn well everyone's going to be staring at him for being late. When he steps inside the room, a paper plane hits him square in the face. It didn’t hurt physically, but on the inside he was crying.
As expected, everyone was staring at him, including the teacher who just gave him a weird look. “You’re late. You’re name is Saint, correct?”
“I uh- uh yes, how- did you know?” He asked tilting his head slightly.
The older slugcat points to an empty desk in the back. The ONLY empty desk. On it was a nameplate with the name ‘Siant’ on the front. He doubled back and- yes, his name was misspelled somehow.
“Oh…”
His teacher sighs. “Take a seat.”
Embarrassed, he walks down the aisle with his head down, feeling the eyes of the other students watching him as he makes his way to his seat. Finally sitting down, the teacher resumes introducing the class to… uh… wait, someone’s tapping him on his shoulder.
He looks to his left and is met with a… pink? Red? Light red? Slugcat with a trench coat. After a single look, Saint wondered if this guy was high, mostly because their eyes were bloodshot to heaven right now. In fact, he’s probably gonna give Saint drugs right now.
“Yooooooooooo…” The pink slugcat draws out the ‘o’ for as long as possible before throwing a coughing fit, getting some of their saliva on Saint’s face. It was absolutely disgusting. “Are you weed? ‘Cause I wanna roll you up and stick yo butt into my mouth, know what I’m sayin’!”
Saint did NOT know what he was saying. At all, like, in the slightest. “Uhm, no?”
“He’s hitting on you,” A voice on his right says. He takes a look and there’s a yellow slugcat, they looked… normal. There’s really nothing that made them stand out other than like, their skin (fur?) color.
Wait, he’s hitting on him!?
Instantly, he whips around to face the other guy who’s alreadyvleaned in closer to the green slugcat. “I- I’m flattered, b- b- but I don’t really… do that stuff.”
“You ain’t gay? Maaaaan, why does everybody become straight when I ask ‘em out..?” The drugged slugcat murmured to himself before leaning away. Thank god he finally gave Saint space, he felt way too close to the guy, and NOT in a good way.
“What is wrong with that guy?” Saint said to himself, but the girl sitting next to him was listening. “Oh, he just doesn’t get enough sleep. He doesn’t actually do drugs if you’re wondering.” She says. “Oh, that’s a relief. I- I think?”
“Yeah. Anyways, want some marijuana?” The yellow slugcat takes out a baggie filled with greenish yellow… whatever the hell that was, and presents it to Saint. His eyes immediately go wide with shock like holy shit that’s legit POT.
He quickly shakes his head no at her offer. “I- WHAT I- UH- uhm… no I don’t want THAT anywhere… like, anywhere NEAR me. Why would you even think I WANT that stuff?!”
Disappointed, she sighs and pockets the goods behind her. “You looked like the type to secretly do drugs, but guess not. It’s a shame too, after a deal gone wrong in Bangkok, I need a new supply line…” soon, she starts going off on her tangents about taxes, money, and… smoke alarms.
Saint has no idea how these two made it past orientation without being brought to prison.
After what seemed like hours of a boring biology class, the bells finally rang, signaling it was time to change. While exiting the classroom, he senses somebody coming from behind him. It was probably paranoia, but just to be sure he starts speed walking.
During passing period, he actually passes by Rivulet who he tries to say hi to, but he quickly drowns in the sea of students. Literally, he can’t breath oh god wait someone help him.
A hand finds his arm and pulls him out he crowd, giving him a chance to take a deep breath. He looks up and sees his savior: a bright white slugcat.
“Uhm, hey?” The stranger says to him, to which Saint nervously replies. “Oh uh- h- HEY! Hey… what- what is it?” His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, making him want to shrink back down.
The white slugcat didn’t seem phased by his awkwardness at all. “I just wanted to say you look nice today,” he says with a smile being giving him a friendly slap on the back. It was a weirdly rough slap, but Saint paid it no mind.
“Oh- oh.” He has absolutely no idea how to respond to this, this was his first time getting a compliment, was he supposed to say thank you?! He should probably say thank you. “Thank-“ oh wait never mind the white slugcat’s gone already.
With a sigh, Saint continues to his next class with people occasionally hitting him on the back. Like, almost every student that passes him seems to turn around and slap his back. Not only that, but he swears he hears paper rustling right behind him, though there’s nothing on the ground when he turns to look.
Weird.