Late Start

Ophion had fully intended to run for student council. Months ago he'd even come up with campaign slogans and poster drafts, only then the Tsunami hit and everything went to hell. He had lived, of course (although he'd gotten the world's worst cold in the process), but most of his childhood home was in ruins, and he'd needed to check in on his mother frequently. Snakes didn't do well with cold water, and unfortunately the ocean was very cold.

So the election had fallen by the wayside until the very last day, when he'd headed to the administration wing to turn in his entry. The whole thing seemed pointless to him, but at the same time he felt like it would make a good impression for next year to say that he'd run.

Only the instructions hadn't been clear at all. He knew he was supposed to drop his entry somewhere in the administration wing, but beyond that? No idea. It had probably been said somewhere along the line, but he'd missed that part, and was left wandering through the halls, trying to figure out where exactly the 'administration wing drop box' was supposed to be.

He was used to giving tours, not getting them, so when someone abruptly asked if he was looking for something, he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. He turned, glancing over his shoulder at the boy before straightening up, tucking his papers under one arm before offering his hand for a shake.

"I am, unfortunately. Trying to figure out where the student council applications are supposed to go. They're somewhere in here, I just... don't have an idea as to where that somewhere is," he confessed, glancing around and feeling somewhat disappointed when no magical sign appeared directing him to the correct location.

Maybe his new friend would just have to be his magical sign. "I don't suppose you're familiar with it enough to point me the right way?"

Ophion felt his heart give a little scream as the boy tipped the papers over, dropping them everywhere and spreading them willy nilly around the desk. He wasn't exactly an organized person by nature, but there was a method to his madness, and there was absolutely no method to upending the pile onto the desk.

Even if it was effective, Ophion was crying inside for the poor secretary who was going to have to clean it up.

"Oh." Somehow, that was worse than he'd thought, because that meant he was going to have to stay there--standing beside the mess--until someone showed up. He was probably going to get blamed for it, and he felt a bead of sweat drip down his neck at the thought of it.

"Did you just arrive, then? Or what brings you to the office?"

Ophion couldn't help but wince as papers hit the floor. Someone was going to get in trouble, and he had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be him.

He was proven absolutely wrong when he stepped forward, taking all the blame for himself. It was hard not to feel a bit surprised, considering most people would have shifted at least part of the blame away, and he couldn't help but smile a little bit at the realization, clearing his throat.

"Partly my fault," he said, although it was only true if you really stretched, holding out his application. "I just wanted to drop this off - let me help you get this, alright?"

He didn't wait for a response, bending over and starting to collect the papers off the ground, stacking them neatly. There was no way he could figure out the order, but at least it wouldn't be as big of a mess.

"Basically done, yeah." He'd handed in his application, and there wasn't much else for him to do. He was done, and all he really had to do was wait. It was too late in the game for him to put up any posters, so he was banking purely on name recognition from all the people he'd toured around.

"Name's Ophion, by the way. I do tours, so if you do end up wanting one... well, let me know, alright? Happy to help." And he got paid a nice amount for doing so, which was always nice. Not a lot, but enough to pad his budget.

It would be easy enough to look him up, and with a quick little salute, he headed out of the office and back to his dorm.