"The world needs me. How will they know how to sex without my guidance? I'm just saying. The last book I wrote saved so many lives."

Snort.

"So how long is Tommy gonna be sitting with us?"

"Like a week."

"Oh, just a week? That's not bad."

"Oh no, no, don't listen to him. He's here for the rest of the year."

"...Wow. Is it, like, a few times a month, and the rest of the time he sits with whoever else?"

"No."

"Oh. Huh, okay, I guess."

"Guuuuuuuys I don't want to be here the rest of the year."

"Well. You did steal from George."

"This su-u-ucks."

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad."

Tommy is going to finish his banana by biting it while maintaining eye contact with Clay, even though it's mushy enough that this is a terrible way to eat the banana. And then he is going to chew so loudly.

"I'll take your tray when you're done."

...He should probably not pick this fight, not on near-zero mana.

"Fine."

Well. One benefit of getting less food than everyone else is that he's done at the same time as the seniors, at least; Clay walks him to class, killing mals along the way, and it's almost nice except for how fuck Clay he is a manipulative evil bitch.

Class is... Fine. It's fine. (Toby doesn't sit with him.)

He's fine.