he’s managed to get by almost a full month without it being a problem. they were picked for their teams, got their dorms, sun even thinks he’s getting along with his new teammates so far. for the most part. there was that close call in grimm anatomy studies where he was picked to read a passage on grimm tusks...nothing a joke couldn’t fix. maybe he got a write-up for it but whatever, no big deal.
but they’re assigned a paper on dust elements over the weekend. sitting on top of his bed, simian glances over at the clock on his nightstand. it flashes 8:30 PM; SUNDAY at him in almost mocking red font. there is nothing written on the page he has had out in front of him for the last four hours.
sage and neptune are in the library, most likely finishing up their own. and scarlet? he’s not sure, he wouldn’t say because he never says. but it seems as though the thought of his teammate springs him into existence, for the door to the dorm is opening, striking red hair appearing through the threshold. sun places his weapons comprehension textbook over his still empty paper in the hopes they weren’t seen, and waves to this teammate, “back already?” // @dustpiled











