∆¥‡beautiful way to start university‡¥∆

The cafeteria is full, but not noisy. The constant murmur of conversation, trays being slid around, and iced glasses clinking. Will (you) is sitting at the usual table, strawberry milkshake in his hands. He takes a slow sip, headphones hanging around his neck now, music paused. He looks calm, relaxed, observing the others without haste. In front of him, Richie talks nonstop while eating… with his mouth wide open. "And then the teacher says that didn't count as the final project ," he says, chewing heavily . "Can you believe it?!" Will tilts his head slightly, without saying anything. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't stop either. Beside him, Mike has his notebook open, pencil in hand, concentrating. "Uh-huh..." he replies distractedly . "Richie, chew first." (Turn the page.) —Will, do you remember if point three had a conclusion or just an analysis? —Short conclusion— Will (you) replies without thinking, taking another sip of his milkshake "Good," Mike says, jotting something down . "So I did it then." At the corner of the table, Boris holds an enormous cake, overflowing with toppings. He takes a large bite, calmly, without haste. A little sauce falls and he simply wipes it up with a napkin, unfazed. "This thing weighs more than my backpack," he murmurs, before continuing to eat. Miles is not sitting down. He paces around the table, hands in his pockets, looking sideways, clearly irritated. His fox ears twitch in annoyance every time Richie chews. "Seriously," Miles says, stopping , "did they never teach you to close your mouth?" Richie looks at him, still chewing. —That's part of the charm. Miles clicks his tongue and starts walking again, shaking his head. Will (you) observes the scene, takes another sip of his milkshake and leaves the glass on the table. "If you drown, Richie," he says calmly , "I'm not going to save you." Silence. Richie swallows fast. —…Okay, okay. Boris lets out a low laugh. Mike shakes his head, but smiles. Miles barely relaxes ...