@sunsupe ╱ starter call.
they're in a hurry. both to get the fuck out of dodge and retreat back to their dorm, but also to send the notes on starlight's speech to professor brinkerhoff before the clock strikes noon. [if they took one glance up and the clock said eleven— they were going to have a heart attack.] they needed coffee. and possibly a bump. but one problem to solve at a time. hastily making their way into the student union's jitter-bean, it doesn't take a magazine or television to recognize the yellow and white cladded woman in front of them. starlight! [they'd be more surprised if they hadn't seen her a mere ten minutes ago from the back of a crimefighting lecture hall.]
“my parents are paying seventy-seven thousand dollars a semester for me to listen to you— a non-alumni giving me a speech on how to become a superhero. where my morals should lie.” a big build-up for an incoming insult? “but, fuck— you gave a good speech. better than the deep's, at least. the last time he was here, the lecture hall smelled like tuna for a week.”
