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▏-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Homeroom--▏
▏-ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 10th, 2015____++......▏
▏-ᴡʜᴏ: Louella, Tristen, hakon ____++......▏
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The night before classes were to start, they had stayed up in his room for a good chunk of the night ignoring the fact that they had classes and talked about their lives back home. Well, the green talked about some of what his home was like. He didn't feel like having her faun over his real family name. As much fun as he was having with this little white haired girl, he couldn't help but notice that his room was much larger than he assumed the manor should allow, even his bed that was more like a high set den that he needed to climb up to in a hole made into the corner of his room. Something that this mansion's architecture shouldn't have allowed. The room itself felt like a large luxury condo with the feel of a cabin in the woods and the bathroom was now his favorite room ever as the bathtub itself was built into the floor and was large enough to swim in. A gift from the gods he had said it was as he nearly fainted from the sight of it.
However, the morning of the start of classes had the green...less than excited. The shaking of his white haired companion woke him a tad later than she had hope and much too early for his tastes. Granted it was only an hour time difference from his home so he assumed everyone else's jet lag would have either been worse or passed by now. A known fact of Hakon was that he was very...unwelcoming in the early mornings. While Louella seemed very chipper and excited in the mornings as well as being prepared; Asta was sluggish and normally winged it when it came to clothing. Dragging himself out of his room in a long natural brown skirt with a few fur tails hanging off of his waist and a game of thrones t-shirt along with a set of green cuffs and collars with blue gemstones in them. As much as she didn't care that the shirt clashed with the skirt, let himself be dragged to class as he growled and groaned the entire way, his bag lazily slung over his shoulder, tumbler of tea being sipped upon and looking like he had just crawled out of bed on account of not bothering to brush his hair. With it as unkept as it looked, he looked slightly feral.
Asta let herself be plopped into the chair next to her einhorn's brother, a male she had met a few times but never got a bead on him. For atleast the second time in a two week period, she ignored his greeting and sniffed at him and pawed at him like a cat that was unfamiliar with him. "Grene." he simply said as he continued to sip on his tumbler mug as he listened to Lou wonder if the white haired boy was comming. A slight shiver went down his spine and a small hiss that had him bare his fangs slightly. "He gifes me a bad fibe, Einhorn. I vouldn't shpeak of zee Teufel or he vill kome sis vay. And I don't vant to deal viz zee oza one ezar. he murmured through his tea as he tapped on the desk with his claws. Then again at this hour, his capacity to be sociable was limited to say the very least.