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SP shifts his weight subtly onto one leg, offering his classmate a pleasant smile. They're passing acquaintances, having interacted briefly when paired up once during a module. He can't quite remember his name, but the man is offering an invitation that SP politely declines, as he always does. He's lost track of how many invitations he's rejected at this point; everyone seems eager to drag him out for a drink or two. He bids the man farewell, adjusting his bag more securely and walking away.
He has a period of free time until the next lesson, allowing him time to try out the new cafe just outside campus grounds. His plans are derailed, however, when he notices a crowd forming at one of the smaller buildings in the arts department, and decides to approach.
"Holy shit, who let the kid in?"
"Maybe he’s someone's sibling? How did he get up there, though?"
SP follows the general gaze of the crowd up- hm. That's a child. Said child is waving down at a man with a blond ponytail below, looking like a cat who climbed a tree and had no idea how to get down. As far as SP knows, the building doesn't have access to the rooftop, being only two stories tall. So the child - he couldn't be older than fifteen, seriously - must have climbed up there somehow. Should he...?
SP moves closer to the blonde man, catching the tail end of "Oh god, he's actually stuck-" before he makes up his mind. SP turns, meets the eyes of a woman he knows from a group project and offers a smile as he shrugs off his jacket.
"Could you hold these for a moment?" The woman blinks as she takes his jacket and bag, watching him stride forward. SP eyes the building, nodding in acknowledgement to the blonde when they call out a greeting - is he holding a phone? - and jogs forward.
One, two, three, jump- there's a sharp increase in volume from the crowd behind him as SP pulls himself up onto a sturdy ledge, continuing on; he can see the path the child took, made easier with their smaller stature. SP knows how to fall safely if it happens this recently constructed building was poorly built, and with that in mind he swings himself up to the second floor, and does it again to get onto the rooftop. He turns to the left; the child stares wide-eyed at him.
"Hah! How dare you approach so boldly!" The child snarls out, glaring as he tenses up.
"I came to bring you back down. Let's go." SP steps forward, holding out a hand.
The boy jerks back, lips turned down into a scowl. "I need no assistance in returning to the ground, mortal!"
Ah. A….chunni? He can't say much himself, but he's known a few people similar to this boy.
"Let's go." SP repeats, and doesn't wait for an answer this time before picking the boy up with one arm and vaulting back down to the ground. It's trickier with a passenger, but the ledges hold steady and he touches down safely, glad the boy didn't move around too much.
He sets the boy - who seems to be in a state of shock - down, and looks up. A crowd of gaping college students greet him, and- is the blonde recording? SP narrows his eyes, and the guy flashes him a cheerful grin.
"You..." The boy mutters lowly, head bowed. "How dare you...!"
"Mhm, how did you get in here? Did your sibling bring you in?" SP inquires quietly; he's going to take a guess that the blonde isn't the sibling; they aren't approaching. The whispers from the crowd- ah, that's generous, they're chattering loudly now and the noise is a little annoying. SP pats the boy's head in what he hopes is a comforting gesture, and drags them towards the office, collecting his jacket and bag as he goes and tuning out the child's enraged mutterings.
("Oh my god." Sun Wukong mutters, pointing his phone camera in the direction of the guy that just parkoured his way up to the rooftop grab ABFD. He starts laughing when the guy straight up lifts ABFD with one arm again and keeps going, his baggage kicking and screaming. "I have to tell Uriel.")
SP duly tolerates the boy's loud tantrum in the office, having gotten the receptionist to make an announcement to find his sibling.
"I AM AN ADULT, YOU FOOL!" The boy screeches, lunging for SP, who sidesteps it.
"Then where's your I.D?" The boy falters at the question, before actually growling, hunkering back down in his seat with a pout. It's almost endearing.
He's about to say something when the doors fly open and a blur of gold and black flies in, slowing down to reveal a golden-haired woman wearing a black dress looking around. The blonde man who was filming earlier trails in after her.
"What did that brat do?!" Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. Ah, the sister, is all SP gets to think before the boy shrieks and proceeds to hide behind his back, drawing attention to himself.
"Oi, brat, I hear you got stuck~!" The woman says in a sing-song voice, amusement clear in her tone. The boy peeks out from behind SP and hisses like a wronged cat, ducking back when the woman fake-lunges at him.
SP clears his throat: "You must be his sister. Thank you for coming."
"Oh!" The woman straightens. "Hi, I'm Uriel! I'm not related to him by blood, actually!"
"Archangel! Prove to this man that I am a rightful student of this campus and not a youngling!" The boy darts out, jerking his thumb back at SP and speaking in an unnecessarily dramatic tone.
Both Uriel and the blonde man look from him to SP for a moment, and proceed to lose it. SP watches in bemusement as the young adults crack up, hunching over while the boy looks like he’s on the verge of another tantrum.
"He- He's a student." The blonde man manages to gasp out, giving him a shaky grin. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sun Wukong!"
"Finally, you now know the truth. My chosen path takes me down lines upon lines of symbols... what lies behind the illusions and in the black margins? It is my duty to fill them in." The boy (man?) lifts his head haughtily at SP. "You may address me as the great Abyssal Black Flame Dragon."
"He majors in game development!" Uriel interprets helpfully to Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’s complaints. "Just call him ABFD."
SP nods slowly, still vaguely confused. "I apologize for the misunderstanding." He inclines his head slightly towards ABFD, and introduces himself belatedly. “I’m SP.”
"Hmph, I will forgive you just this once! But you have been warned." ABFD crosses his arms proudly, shuffling over to Uriel's side.
"Thank you for looking after this guy here! He must have been quite a handful, hm~?" Uriel beams brightly at him.
Sun Wukong lights up, holding up his phone. "I have the whole thing on video, by the way."
SP blinks, and Sun Wukong is running out the office, ABFD hot on his heels while spitting out various threats that can be summed up with: "ERASE THAT ACCURSED SCENE FROM YOUR DEVICE, MONKEY MAN!"
The sound of cackling and shouting fades into the distance, and SP turns back to face Uriel, who doesn't look the least surprised.
"How about we go have a drink while those two run off? My treat, at the new cafe outside the campus?" Uriel asks cheerfully, green eyes wide and pleading, and SP hesitates for a moment before folding under the woman’s stare.
It has been a rather eventful afternoon, and SP would really have preferred to sit down in the library to destress. Perhaps he has gotten himself involved in an unusual group.