On their first day of classes, Masozi is awake well before anyone else; he has a lot of practice informing his body of how long it's allowed to sleep, back in South Africa it was best to get in a good chunk of walking before the sun was high and the day got too hot.
His dung beetles are ensconced in one of his former desk drawers, with mesh fabric from the artificing room covering the top, and thanks to the amaaaaaazing food here, this morning he was even able to squeeze out a bowel movement to feed them. They should do all right, now.
....Lucy wanted mal grubs for her spiders. And Masozi has some unusual advantages on that front. He tucks the second spare desk drawer under his arm - after checking it for mals, obviously - and then steps out into the hall, burning some of his effortfully-accumulated non-maleficing mana to check his surroundings -
- eeek there are suddenly SO MANY mals! There definitely weren't this many last night!
...There was the curfew, apparently. Masozi hadn't even considered that this could apply in the MORNING as well! It's very inconvenient! And makes having woken up really early mostly pointless!
He dives back into his room and locks the door, though - and then brandishes his drawer and bashes flat the mal that followed him in, that doesn't cost him mana.
Apparently boring exercise helps you accumulate mana? And he is in fact trying not to use any mana from his dung beetles, since APPARENTLY MAYBE it's bad for you? So he spends the next hour doing stretches and pushups and weird exercises using the drawer as a weight to lift. (Masozi has not exactly had any education in standard fitness activities.)
By the time he hears the first doors opening, he has a decent pile of his own internally-generated mana, and is very ready to forge forth and start making the rounds of the freshman boys' bathrooms. He probably won't have time to hit all of them, if he wants to find Lucy before class to hand off his grubs. (He's already assuming that he'll skip breakfast. It's not like he's previously had more than one meal a day on average.)
He parks himself in each bathroom long enough to reach out and use a teeensy drip of mana to coax all the mal grubs in the plumbing and other hiding-spots into coming out. At which point he loads them into the second former-desk-drawer, which he's using as a container. By the third bathroom, he has the entire bottom of the drawer covered in a layer of squirming grubs, and he's smiling to himself.
