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- Adrian handled the situation that was Basile as he would handle any other, very badly. On the outside his facial expression didnât move but his thoughts were running for a proper response to such a brash statement. However he soon realized that a man like that wouldnât take no for an answer and so opted to stay silent with a noncommittal shrug.
He turned his attention toward Belle, but having not received a response to his earlier question he assumed she already unpacked her things, and so instead followed Adeline up to where she and Erza shared a room. Although just as quickly as ran up the stairs she turned the conversation around to aesthetics and potential creepers.
It was amusing to see such a hyperactive person, but at the same time he didnât think he would be able to share a room with her for a year. Exciting is nice, but exhaustion isnât.
âIâm sure weâll be fine,â he stated as he began his descend downstairs, âBesides attackers target people who are secluded, not groups.â He had no concrete facts, but common sense dictated that a person would be stupid to attack six people all by their self.
A voice behind him startled him and as he turned around he saw a man with dark blue hair and a dark complexion. He was interesting and the way he held himself showed just how uncomfortable he was. Despite using English in a French conversation almost everyone agreed and Adrian found it a bit odd that many of them knew three or more languages.
The man he remembered from the paper as Wyatt then suggested they all exchange phone numbers and so he did just that, first and foremost asking his room mate for theirs.
At the base of the staircase another voice joined the conversation and timidly she asked if she could join in for dinner. He didnât smite but a nod of his head and a response of, âIt is an apartment dinner and you are a tenet arenât you?â He might have come off as snarky, but his intentions were harmless and it was his own fault for not watching his intonations.
On terms of food however Basile suggested a Thai restaurant , American bistro, or French takeout. Adrian didnât have an opinion on food and so let the others take charge of that, however at the instruction of Belle who would prefer take out he quietly walked to his room and unpacked his laptop. With a silent frenzy he looked for a manilla folder and after what seemed to be forever he found it in his camera case. Quickly he unhooked his camera from his neck and began to scan the papers for the wifi password.
A week before he left for Oeurvre he requested a folder rather than an e-mail where he was given a key, a few papers about his parter and other tenets along with what the password to the wi-fi was.
With cold fingers he found the wifi name - âSarrhail 301â - and typed âBeauxArtsâ for access to the world wide web.
He brought it out to the living room where everyone was still conversing and sat down on the couch where he then googled for, âBenji take out menu.â Adrian set the laptop down on the coffee table and waved his room mate over along with anyone else who would care for take out.
âIâm guessing we could walk to pick it up, or have it delivered here,â he looked toward Basile in a silent question asking how far it was,âEither way hereâs the menu if you would care to look at it.â