Quinton Ross
"Thanks for the offer but I don't k-know, m-maybe." The sentence uttered was more confident this time and efficiently said without much hesitation and repeated syllables. Quinton grinned toothily, glad to have given her the opportunity for them to meet each other again. Maybe in a less tense and awkward situation. A friend-like, laid back atmosphere where he could just play video games with one of his buds, but the companion being of the opposite gender. He'd never had too many close female friends and he could only imagine how bothersome Drew would be if Rose ever actually came over. Her answer was just a 'maybe', not really a yes. She thanked him for snatching up her bag and returning it to her and he followed her eyes as they seemed to stare through him. "You probably should get going. I have a lot of unpacking to do and you probably have some stuff to take care of. Thanks again, I hope I see you around some time." Noticing her stumble on some of her belongings, her face reddened like Ari's had this morning, but once again, the innocent, unknowing little Quinn didn't notice. He helped her steady herself, before Rose ushered him out of the doorway hastily. "Yeah, sure! No problem." And the port clicked with a light exhale upon his face.
What happened felt so out of place in his daily schedule, that he had completely forgotten to check the time. Lunch was rolling around soon and his stomach grumbled as he exited the Girl's Dorm after helping a bunch of wandering females along the way. In confirmation with the clock's ticking arms, he observed a couple of cooks enter into the back of the main building to begin crafting up a meal for the hundreds of hungry future guardians. Rubbing his stomach to soothe his protesting belly, he wished that he had eaten more earlier like Drew and Ari had suggested, but decided there was no point on fretting over it now since he could not turn back time just to grab a couple more slices of ham and bacon.
"What took you so long? I sent you out with only two girls earlier." The volunteer muttered disapprovingly. Quinton gritted his teeth, but didn't bother to argue back that he had actually assisted a load of lost people while he was making his way to the Orientation Hall. "Well, it's almost time for break, so we're out for a little before then.", she clacked a pile of papers onto the desk to straighten them out into a neat alignment and waved as she left. Shrugging a bit, he guessed the arriving buses had slowed down and headed for the Basketball Courts.
A group of guys were already there playing a heated round, the sun was beating down hotter than earlier and he could see that their shirts were heavily soaked around the chest and pits, whilst others were shirtless all together. Grabbing the hem of his own white top, he pulled off his own and jogged right into the rough-play, only clothed in his black jeans and runners. His arms were spread wide and efficiently preventing one of the opposing players from scoring. Height was a huge advantage at the sport and he was often guaranteed a spot on the sport's team because of it. A chuckle radiated out of him, beads of sweat racing down his forehead as he dribbled to the left elbow of the foul line, pausing for less than a heartbeat, and firing a shot with minimal blockage from failing defenders. By the time they finished, the bunch of them were huffing and puffing, including himself and all looking like they showered in their own bodily condense.
"Good game!", he patted one of the guy's on the back as he wiped perspiration from his face and ran at a decent pace towards the cafeteria for the lunch he had been awaiting.