Idia mutters under his breath as he waits for Sam to give him the materials he was going to buy. That, and a whole other stuff Ortho had jotted down on a neat little list that he still wondered why he didn't come himself to purchase. Or order online? Hello, World! This is the future. Hell, Idia could've built a robot just for this task alone, but his younger brother's puppy-eyed look bested him this once.

He thanks the vendor and takes the paper bags into his arms, lips scrunched up into a pout when he notices the curious looks he draws from other students. Of course. I'm gonna be the talk of the week. 'Loool, he's paler than he looks from afar!' 'Look at his stupid hair!' Ugh. This sucked.

The only good thing about this is that Ortho would be happy, and he could go back to farming for that gacha banner he'd been waiting for. He'd be grinding all night- "Oof." He suddenly bumps into something. Someone, he notices as his eyes land on the person on the ground, now wide as saucers, and his things are scattered all over.

"No, no, no," He mutters under his breath, kneeling to frantically pick everything up, wanting to just bolt out of this and go back to the safety of his room. But that would be too much of an ass move, right? Then people would totally be talking. "Uh," He lifts a shaky hand to offer out, but thinks better of it and wipes it before doing it again. No one likes sweaty hands, right? "I-I think my charisma stats can't be lower, but, um... sorry. Zeus, this is why I never go out."