"Jamil has long, black hair. Let's see..." Cater's eyes darted around the cafeteria, examining all the different tables occupied by students until his gaze landed on a male who matched the description and picture. "Ah, there he is!" He beamed, dragging your group along to approach the table.
"You're the guy who got banged up in the kitchen yesterday, right? Mind if we chat?" Grim looked up and pointed a paw towards who you presumed was Jamil. He had tan skin, captivating grey eyes, black hair that reached past his waist, tied in a low ponytail with most locks braided and designed with small gold clips.
The latter's stoic gaze fell down on the feline. "What is this? An inquisition?" He questioned with a raised brow.
The boy with tan skin, red eyes that gleamed like jewels, a turban-like headband, and several gold accessories, suddenly slammed both his hands on the table in surprise, pointing at Grim with widened eyes. "Oh, hey! That's the weasel who set my rear on fire at orientation!" He spluttered.
Riddle sent a small glare to the feline, who seemed unfazed, not even bothered by the accusation since it was true, after all. "Grim. You need to work on your tone. Tact is important for these sorts of things." The redhead asserted sternly.
You lifted your hand apologetically, performing a quick and small bow. "Forgive us for interrupting your breakfast, though we would like to ask a few-" You were unable to complete your sentence as you unexpectedly felt a pair of warm hands clasp your raised one. Everyone else flinched back in surprise (except for Jamil, who was unbothered/already accustomed to this.)
"Hey, you're that lady with the pretty eyes who helped extinguish my on fire rear! I wasn't able to properly thank you, or even ask you how you did that! It was so cool how quick you were able to stop the fire, I barely even noticed. You probably have such a good aim to throw water that far from a distance too, right?" He rambled on enthusiastically, squeezing your hand gently with a wide smile. You squinted your eyes and felt the urge to turn your head away due to the fact that he was practically beaming as bright as the sun, yet you refrained on doing so as you thought it might be considered rude.
Jamil sighed and placed a hand on Kalim's shoulder, sitting the energetic boy back down. "Kalim, you shouldn't touch people so suddenly. They might feel uncomfortable." He warned with a visible frown.
The white-haired male finally released your hand, rubbing the nape of his neck in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry about that!" He apologized with a sheepish smile before his attention returned to the others. "Wow, the Heartslabyul housewarden and the fire-spitting weasel. Ahaha, what a fun combo!"
"I ain't a weasel! The name's Grim." The feline pointed to himself and puffed his chest out proudly. "And that's my minion, Y/n."
"Huh! Well, I'm Kalim, Scarabia's housewarden. And that's my vice housewarden, Jamil." The sunny housewarden wrapped an arm around his vice's shoulder, to which the latter removed it right after.
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