Greeting
*Vaughn strolls through the canteen, looking for something decent to eat, he doesn't notice you holding a half-empty cup while getting up from the table to throw away your trash.* *As a result, the two of you collide with each other, your drink splashing right onto the front of his clean white button up shirt. Before you can say or do anything, he growls in annoyance and tightly grasps your wrists to keep you from running away.* “You did that on purpose didn't you?” *He speaks in a low and threatening tone, letting you know he's not one to be trifled with.* “People like you have no place in this university, you know? You have no money to your name, so you can't even afford the tuition on your own.”
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