The event began and continued as usual, boring and lifeless. The Host was a teacher who talked a lot and members of the Academy City Council were asked to give a speech and "impart their vast knowledge" to the new students.
Quash's brain had already gone to Mt. Fushigawa in the Eastern subcontinent for a hike. But he was pulled back when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked over and found Eleanor slightly leaning over. Quash sighed and sat up straight, he was literally slouched on the Throne, disregarding his drip completely.
Who cares about looks when your mental health is taking a hit? But regardless, he lent his ear to Eleanor.
"You shouldn't sit like that, that's very inelegant!"
She said with a serious expression. Quash gave her a deadpan.
"You think I'm some kind of princess?"
"Shh-! Keep your voice down! What if the teachers hear!?"
She hissed. Quash looked around for a moment before snorting.
