Camden was walking alongside one of his friends as they both made their way to two separate classes. They were catching up on everything; Camden listening to his friend more so than talking about anything that happened for himself. He was just about to respond to his friends story when he felt someone bump roughly into his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, watch where you’re going,” he yelled behind him as he lifted his hand to rub the ache out of his shoulder. “I’m telling you man…I need to speak to someone about this infestation of students at the Academy, it’s driving me nuts,” he said, looking over at his friend only to see that someone else had taken his place and was now walking beside him.
Skye was kinda grateful for the dude that bulldozed over Camden. It had succeeded in slowing him down, in turn indirectly helping her catch up and attempt to tell him something she forgot the second she had started chasing the boy down the campus. She’d figure it out later. Additionally: fuck his giraffe legs. She was slightly out of breath when she reached the pair, appreciatively nodding at his companion when he fell off the trail to attend a class of his own and let her claim the spot, but Camden was too deep in the rant to notice the change until a few moments after it’d happened. Skye cleared her throat when he finally turned to look at her, laughter in her voice when she started to talk,
“I woke up at one in the morning to at least five people singing A Whole New World in the hallway. One of them had the caution tape wrapped around her and kept saying she was going to be the most sexually active ladybug I’d ever seen. One of them had stolen a roomba and planned to set it free. Whatever you plan to say to whichever level 7 robot around, I’m sure everyone has tried the same approach at least twice. Zilch. But, I mean, if you want to learn the ‘coexist’ speech Coulson gave me on my first day, knock yourself out.”