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He watched as almost all the students flocked to Artemis like flies onto a corpse, to put it in a most gruesome term of words. With Ares giving her the prep and everyone else helping her out or at least giving her moral support he couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit jealous.

His first arrival here was quite unimpressive without a doubt. He was practically the only student in the greeting room since Ares was out sleuthing for his own agenda while Aphrodite was simply out elsewhere. Athena had joined later than him leaving the total number of attending students for his greeting and serum injection a staggeringly few number of peers who were for the most part silent. The headmaster still managed to pull off a warm welcome nonetheless even if he was the only really comforting aspect of his introduction to this establishment. After the injection Morris felt a bit anemic for about five hours after but he was clear to dream about the powers he'd soon possess after all that. Nevertheless, his greeting paled in comparison to the later ones he attended, the current one included.


While Morris had been thinking to himself while everyone else had been setting up the injection or other probably uninteresting activities the room had gotten progressively buggier with the passing of time. A fair number of flies and mosquitoes were buzzing about the upper echelons of the room while plenty of cockroaches, beetles and ants scurried about the floor.
"Do watch where you scurry." He warned the floor treading bugs, shuffling about so as to not step on them. Many of the bugs visited him, greeting him in numerous pleasant ways while they took their share of excess dead cells he wasn't really using. A majority of the insects which had gravitated into this location were already a bit bigger than twice their size and exceptionally smart for a bug. Know what you mean! Many of them said what basically indicated they understood him well enough.

Thinking about it, he figured he really shouldn't be all too jealous of Artemis. He knew he was never much a of a people's person as almost all interactions he's had with others had been negative.

Why would I even want human friends anyways? Most people don't really make very good friends anyways. As long as I got my insect friends I don't need people all too much. Much too much grief human friends are. He pondered his feelings towards making friends. As far as helping others was concerned he knew there would probably be some risk of confrontations but the scale of violence seemed to be quite low in his mind. He would accept the others help as colleagues with the shared goal of helping others but he never saw much need for many of their powers, especially Ares's.


As far as being friends were concerned he was very shy towards the concept even though he wasn't fully aware of this aspect of himself. He's barely spoken to any of them since the day he joined so they were still pretty much all strangers to him even for as long as he's been in this academy. Ever since he had discovered his powers his presence in the school's social microcosm had been minimal at best. The only time he'd generally be seen talking was with his bugs. There was no reason to feel bashful around insects anyways. None of them were judging him solely on his appearance or ability to adhere to social norms, just his personality. Sure, a few insects were generally indifferent to him due to personality divisions but for the most part almost all the insects found him a good friend, even as large as he was compared to them. They had all gotten quite close too, his insect pals and himself. If needed to be they'd lay down their lives to protect him and he'd do just about the same for them.

Now, that is not to say that he doesn't know what life for a bug generally entails. They die all the time, the list of causes longer than could be comfortably listed. Even their interpersonal disputes often result in one party's death. He had grown quite accustomed to losing friends as in his life span many friends he makes among the insects don't last long. The lifespan of many of these bugs might be deterrent enough to probably embitter others but even despite the generally dangerous environments that bugs are lost all the time he still manages to find a great deal of peace when back with his friends. If there was ever any real reason to seek change in this dynamite of his it would be to encourage bugs towards not making life harder on themselves than it already was.

No, he didn't really envy them. His friends were the best and they'd remember him as much more than the general acquaintances these people were to him would. While he watched Artemis strap in he simply took note while keeping an out for his buzzing, crawling friends.