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Richard
She's frustrated. She's not making a proper introduction. Of course no one is taking her seriously. 

And of course she didn't think to take a *Map.* Great. Cool. *Great.* Of course. 

Her hair is a frizzy mess, her horns are slightly uneven, and her tail is... Well it's clear she's in a mood, expressions set even worse than her natural RBF. 

"Fffff.." She inhales, looking up, before shouting. "*F[]k!"* She hits her fist against a wall, denting it. She huffs, continuing to stomp through. She hates it when things go this wrong.

There's a pang in her chest, and she backtracks to the wall.

"..." Taking a sticky note pack out of her backpack, she covers the dent in the bright yellow papers. It probably makes it more obvious that something happened to the wall, but she didn't... She didn't want to just... Ughhh stupid! She tears down the notes, and they litter the floor. 

She stomps a few feet. 

"Fuuuuu.." She turns back around, picking up the littered sticky notes carefully, stuffing them into the black hole that is her backpack.

She checks over her shoulder to make sure no one saw. That would be embarrassing. 

Then she goes to leave... But has to hesitate, staring at the hole. She wishes she hadn't. She really wishes she hadn't.
Theresa
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New students were always enigmas. The pattern seemed to always be the same: they were hostile, made fun of, then outcasted. It would be proceeded by either the disappearance of the student from the forums or they would continue to be separated from the rest of the students at the Cradle. Haoran himself was only different in a sense where he was far from aggressive when he first enrolled, but it seemed that his distance from everyone else was self-done. Maybe if he spoke more, or had a better personality, he could've done better in fitting well in this new environment of his.

—— And it seemed like this latest student would be another victim of the pattern. Cliques were made already, and they were, as far as he knew, nearly impossible to get into once they were established. 

**"FUCK!"**

 *THUD!*

*<Hm?>* 

Passepartout walks silently next to the inventor as Haoran makes his way through the hallway, eyes on his phone. He clicks send on his final message and tucks his phone into his coat's pocket, his attention stolen from his online conversation... Moru could wait, he supposed. 

There's a crash and a *Shake* In a nearby wall, garnering Haoran's curiosity like a carrot on a fishing stick. And he watches, silently, as the curious figure attempts to — quite miserably — patch up the hole they made in the wall. The stare he gives them looks like a judging one, his head tilted as he peers at the scene. He doesn't mean to come off as judgy, obviously, since he's really just curious. Tiffany does eventually turn her head over her shoulder, but misses the figure to her side as she does so. 

 *<Fascinating.>*

He wonders if he should intervene. Or maybe he could pretend he never saw such a thing and turn away from the situation? 

*<No.. Perhaps I should extend a hand..>*

"Tiff, right?" 

His voice pierces through the silence as she turns away to leave like a sharp blade, and if she hadn't noticed him earlier she would have noticed him now. Haoran's voice is blunt and monotone, his expression a blank stare.

"Are you in need of assistance, or shall I leave you alone?" 

Haoran's eyes drift to where the map is. 

 "You seem lost is all."
Richard
Suddenly, someone's here. She doesn't jolt, though she felt like jolting for a second there. She fixes Haoran with a glare. For a normal person, this would be quite scary, but considering Wan is Wan, who knows if it'll have the intended effect. People are just *Different* Here and Tiff hasn't quite adjusted. 

"Yeah. That's me." She makes sure her arms are properly crossed.

"Lost? Me? Nah, I know exactly where I am. I'mmm.." *S[]t where am I.* 

"...I'm."

Uh oh. She's squinting, trying to figure it out.

"You know, I know where I am, obviously, and I know where some things are, once again, *Obviously.* Cause I'm not stupid. But you could still show me around if you wanted. I mean, I *Could* Find the gym and s[]t on my own, but efficiency and... And all of that." *Nailed it.*
Theresa
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The glare Haoran receives doesn't seem to be noticed judging from his unchanging slate stare. He instead tilts his head, his eyes peering at the much taller figure before him. One punch is most likely all that's needed to knock him out. 

**"Lost? Me? Nah, I know exactly where I am. I'mmm.."**

. . . 

Haoran doesn't respond. He keeps looking at her, to the hole in the wall, and then back to Tiff. She had interesting 

His dead fish eyes stare right into her soul as she squints, seemingly in an attempt to try to locate herself. The map is still in her hand, and for someone who just came *Today*, she seemed fairly defensive regarding needing assistance. He wondered what was there to be defensive about — and while the other student was more curious about her antics, his expression delivered a judgemental look instead. 

Haoran doesn't let go of his gaze as she starts bluffing about her expertise on the area. The emphasis on the word 'obviously' makes it somewhat worse, and if even *Haoran* Can tell that she's lying... 

It's.. Bad. 

*<Interesting. Her powers and her personality seem.. Interesting.>* 

**"But you could still show me around if you wanted. I mean, I could find the gym and s[]t on my own, but efficiency and... And all of that."**

"I can show you around if you're lost. It wouldn't take too much time. The gym, yes?" 

He offers, bluntly, because there's apparently no need to play along.
Richard
Well *Now* She realizes the judgemental look. At least, more than she did before. And it sets her off a bit. 

The gym offer is exactly what she needed, yet it's not what she responds to.

"What's that look for, huh? Got something to say? Go on, *Say it.* I wonder, what does the robot have to say? Ones and zeroes?" 

She's being mean now. There's no excuse for it. She's calling Haoran emotionless and weird, basically. The map is.. Very crumpled.
Theresa
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Hm. Perhaps he should've walked away. 

**"What's that look for, huh? Got something to say? Go on, say it. I wonder, what does the robot have to say? Ones and zeroes?" **

Haoran blinks. She completely ignores the offer he gives her, which was half-expected, judging from her quick temper. He genuinely does look back at Passepartout though, who doesn't recognize that he was being referred to. He looks back, slowly, to Tiff, who seems to be more frustrated than anything else. The map in her hand is crumpled — so *Now* She does need Haoran's assistance, but that doesn't seem to be what she's paying attention to. 

He has no intention in demeaning her, but his expression responds to her answer with a glare. 

*<Ah.. My face again..>* 

"I'm unsure of how I came across, but I wasn't trying to be rude. Passepartout won't respond to you."

He clarifies, bluntly. If she's implying that he was emotionless and weird, he's completely missed it. Haoran half wonders if he would have to reassure her that he didn't mean anything negative like he had to do with Enma, except he's not so sure this time that she would be so willing to listen. Haoran brings a knuckle to his lips to clear his throat, before continuing. 

"What I *Am* Trying to say is that I can take you to the gym or any other facility in the institution, so long as you need my assistance. I won't offer this a third time." 

He glances at his watch, before his dull black eyes stare back at the taller figure. 

"It's either yes or no."
Richard
Haoran doesn't deserve any of this. He's just a little guy! But Tiff doesn't know that.

And we don't metagame in the Newton's Cradle.

She didn't even really notice Passepartout until right now. ...Huh. That... That's an actual robot. 

...She can't even be rude to this guy. He's.. Polite.

"I meant *You*, not the *Robot-* No, forget it, nevermind. Whatever. Cool. Yeah." 

Oh and then he glances at the watch. That... Is upsetting.

"Ah, I see.. You got better things to do! Well, if you can *Spare* The time in your *Busy* Schedule, I wouldn't *Mind* It if you showed me where the gym was."
Theresa
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Arguably, he deserves this treatment in almost every way. It's not everyday that the first student you see upon entering a foreign and new environment is also the first person to give you a sharp glare and rather unwelcoming expression, so Tiff can hardly be blamed.. Other than for the hole in the wall. 

Haoran eyes it again, a hint of amusement entering his mind, his face unable to express it. 

He wonders if he'll be called in as witness to it. It's also not everyday that a hole is found in the facility's walls, a stack of sad yellow sticky notes collected at the bottom. Hopefully not — he doesn't want to sit down in any of the faculty members' offices for someone else. 

**"I meant you, not the robot- No, forget it, nevermind. Whatever. Cool. Yeah." **

Haoran frowns in confusion at the towering paranormal, pointing at himself with a raised brow. 

"Me? I don't spit out ones and zeroes." 

 *<I've been speaking in English this entire time. Right? Surely, if I spoke in binary, she wouldn't understand me.>*

**No, forget it, nevermind. Whatever. Cool. Yeah." **

. . .

Okay. He wouldn't mind changing the subject either. 

**"Ah, I see.. You got better things to do! Well, if you can spare the time in your busy schedule, I wouldn't mind it if you showed me where the gym was."**

Haoran nods; slightly in approval, and slightly in agreement. It wasn't as direct of an answer as he would hope, but it was good enough. If she wanted to imply it that way, then power to her. It wasn't up to him to decide if she 'didn't mind' or if she just actually needed him to show her around. 

"Certainly. Follow along, then. There's also a training area specifically made for powers, but I'll show you to the actual gym first. " 

He gestures, rather politely, at the hallway ahead of them. It's not a long walk, and when they eventually get there, the gym's facilities aren't being used. He *Hardly* Uses the room, if ever — it may as well be the first time he's ever actually stepped foot into the gym. 

"I take it that you go to the gym often, Tiff? You have an athletic figure."
Richard
She takes a step to block his view of the hole in the wall. She doesn't want more attention to be drawn to it than necessary. She wishes she hadn't done that.

*He doesn't spit out ones and zeroes??? No s[]t, that'd be f'in weird.*

"It was supposed to be a jab at you, dumbaß." Though maybe calling him dumb isn't the best move. This is happening before she got comfortable in the intranet, so she's still trying to present as this hypertough big unmovable woman.

Then he mentions the gym, and she grins. "Great!" She laughs her booming laugh, keeping pace with Haoran. That was a quick change of mood. But who cares to keep the tense atmosphere when you can save your emotions for the punching bags!

"Hell yeah, I do. I was in a lotta sports back at school. And hey, gotta keep fit in case something goes wrong!"
Theresa
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