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Jasper chuckled, before heading for the ramp. "Come on Ivan," he turned around, noticing the servant. What was his name? London? Lankton? Plankton? Whatever. It didn't really matter. "Better go meet the people who we might be spending the right of our lives with."

He ran a hand through his hair, running his fingers through the blue locks.

Well, they'd be eye-catching for a start. Most people didn't have blue hair. Besides, Jasper was curious. Maybe there was a girl here that might catch his eye. A girl that...he might actually love. He wasn't inexperienced in relationships - he'd had plenty back home, sometimes even at the same time (but shh, that's a secret...).

"Where were we supposed to go first?" Jasper asked Ivan, after grabbing his brother's wrist and practically dragging the older male down the ramp. "Dining hall?"