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Mumbo sat down, slowly chewing his food when loud laughter caught his attention. His new companions at this strange school, Scar & Cleo, followed his gaze.
" Woah, who's at that table, over there?"
Cleo narrowed her eyes.
" Don't look at them, just don't!" Scar warned, loudly.
" We call those 3 ' Bad Boys '" Cleo said, handing it off to Scar, who looked like he had a grudge. Scar. A grudge.
" They're shiny, fake & hard. They play their little mindgames all around the school yard."
It was unsettling Mumbo at the hostility in optimistic Scar's voice.
" They might insult your clothing, or make fun of your name."
Cleo took over once more,
" Like they mocked Jen Morecock, 'till she burst into flames."
That, that was unsettling.
" .. wasn't Morecock a teacher?"
Mumbo's voice was shaky, but he'd seen some old yearbooks. Scar nodded.
" Grian Xelqua is the king. He's alway flaunting his stupid feathers, he always wins Spring Fling Queen."
Queen? Why, that was odd. Mumbo didn't make assumptions about what Cleo was saying.
" We're just drones who work for him, then die."
Mumbo did not like this school, he didn't like Scar's tone..
He dared a glance at this ' Grian'..
~
Grian was apparently the one wearing a red crop-top sweater (which looked rather good on him if Mumbo's gay-ass could say anything), and he had large, vibrant parrot wings. Wow.
" My name is Grian Xelqua.
And I am a massive deal.
Fear me, love me. Stand & Stare at me."
The avian flared his magnificent wings, a strange purple corruption creeping up them, tainting the tips. It only enhanced the appearance, however.
" and these? These are real.
I've got money & looks.
I am, like, drunk with power~
This whole school, humps my leg, like a chihuahua. "
Grian shifted from where he was sitting on the table, narrowing his eyes at Mumbo. It made the mustached man's heart flutter, those ocean eyes.
" I'm the prettiest posion you've ever seen. I've murdered more then you can dream.
My name is Grian Xelqua.
And I am a massive deal.
I don't care who you are, I don't care how you feel..."
Well, if Mumbo didn't know he was gay, he definitely knew now. The avian was just electric! But, he had companions. Mumbo turned his attentions to his dark-haired friend. Scar noticed.
" That's Joel. He knows everything about everyone, that's why he has that green streak. It holds all the secrets.."
The green-haired boy moved onto the table next to Grian, who'd folded his wings and was now slowly eating an apple
" Yes, Grian-
No, Grian.
Every waking hour, I spend making sure that we can stay in power.
If Grian is the prankster, Then I'm the malicious one.
'Cause I'm just as twisted & fun, & I have alcohol (HOW??)"
Joel grinned, narrowing his eyes at Mumbo like Grian had done & whispering something in the avian's ear.
" I worm your secrets out of you, and blackmail your ass to disaster..
Then I watch Grian make your life a big disaster!
Grian is the face, but I'm truly the brains. I am seated at his right-hand, like Alexander from Hamilton."
Ok... that was something.. Mumbo directed his vision to the last of the trio, prompting Cleo to talk.
" That's Jimmy. He's the definition of 'skill-issue'"
Scar snickered before adding on.
" I once saw him trip himself with his own wing!"
The guy, Jimmy, sat up on the table, his bright canary wings fluttering.
" My name is Jimmy,
My wings are a death omen,,
please fucking help me.
Stop calling me tinyyy,
I am also not a fucking toy!!"
The other two seemed to be laughing at Jimmy's portion.
" Tiny Toy."
The canary grumbled something.
" My name is Jimmy, I may not be coordinated... or strong.... Or skillful in anyway...
Uh...
That's it."
Mumbo frowned, poor Jimmy. He didn't seem happy. Of course, this was changed when a paper airplane hit Mumbo hard after he'd returned to eating, and he looked to where it had come from to see a grinning Jimmy.
" Hey!"
Grian beckoned Mumbo forward, so of course, he went.
" Right, We never really do this, but how'd you like to have lunch with us this week?"
Mumbo was flabbergasted.
" Oh, it's okay-"
" No, no need for you to thank us."
" But-"
" No need to even speak." It was Joel, who'd narrowed his eyes at Mumbo's attempted refusal. The socially awkward man gave up. Grian continued.
" You're new & you don't know things, you need good friends to guide you."
Right, that makes sense. Why did Scar hate Grian so much..?
" See you here, same time tomorrow! Oh, and, on Wednesdays we wear leather jackets!"
Jimmy spoke, his tome excited and hiding some malicious intent. So, that was settled. Mumbo nodded, waiting.
" Wear something nice & grab a tray, 'cause we don't do this everyday. Say, here's where you belong! Say, here's where you belong!"
Their harmony was perfect.
" No, really, say it."
It was Grian's voice alone, demanding and cold masquerading as warm.
" Come sit with us tomorrow, it'll be fetch!" Joel exclaimed, and Mumbo frantically nodded before heading back to his table, catching some of the Bad Boy's conversation after.
" Joel, stop trying to make fetch happen."
" Grian, stop trying to make Bread Bridge happen."
" Hey! You supported that!"
" Yeah, but it got burned down! It was structurally unstable!"
Jimmy cut in, stopping the blooming arguement.
All was normal, average.
for now..