<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/08/7c/2e/087c2ed57bb840c880860b5ffc527b38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gundam Academy, Colosseum .<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Strike, Muddy Gundam, Hi-Nu, Open,<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>looking for breakfast.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gouf Custom's ruby red eyes scanned over the menu before her. Normally she usually ate very light breakfast. Some dry toast, yogurt. Maybe a piece of fruit. She didn't wish to intake excessive amounts of calories after working out so hard in the morning as it normally puts her to sleep. Yet the biscuits and gravy with Hasbrowns and eggs seemed to be particularly delicious. Maybe she can slurge this once. She'll just have to work extra hard not to fall asleep in the Lecture halls today.<br/><br/>Setting her menu down, Gouf barely was paying attention to the other three gundams. A part of her thinking how quite odd it had turned out that she was in their company. Normally She would have avoided overly associating with Gundams as it normally turned out hostile by the end of it. Sure, the Gundams from Universes outside the Universal Century were more accommondating than UC Gundams, but there was something that always seemed to Rub Them, and Gouf Custom the Wrong way. Ez8 seemed to be the only Gundam that would come back to Gouf Custom again.<br/><br/>As Mudrock gundam asked how long they've been friends, Gouf looked up at her while listening to the others. Hi-Nu only transferred recent to GA during the Nice operation. "I would not say that I'm friends with any Gundams. We normally do not get along overly well. Differing beliefs." Gouf would answer honestly.