<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/87/45/d587456ce2f388e0b7fc793cd0b991bb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Name: Jumoke<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Afternoon<br/>Location: Main Campus, Lunch Hall.<br/>Tagging: Open</span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">It was around this time Jumoke sat contently in his usual place in the lunch hall uninterrupted by his lessers as he wrote scribbled down notes from to an upcoming debate he had planned with another student. The simpleton had cared overstepped their standing and challenged him once the school day was over. There was no reason for him to be concerned about losing since his presence alone could give that peon enough nervous and stammering over himself. Jumo hadn't become the head of the debate club for no reason. When he got like this, there was no turning off this side of him as his once emerald eyes shone a glittering gold. Reading his note once again he saw no weak points in his speech. This tense aura emitted from him as he wanted to crush them in front of his peers.<br/><br/>In front of him lay his tray of food barely touched beside what looked to be an apple half ate and his glass of water. The rest had turned partially cold as none of it was up to the prince's standards. Yes, the next thing he would focus on was getting food that was palatable to him. Even though this morning he had degraded himself to eating leftovers instead of a well-cooked meal. Reaching down Jumoke grabbed the apple and took another bite of it the light crunching sound as he chewed. His golden orbs scanned the hall and saw some of the others, but gave them not even a second glance.</span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>