Coconut had spent his entire morning preparing for the mission. He woke up at six, forced himself out of bed at 6:30, cleaned himself up, got dressed, spent an hour doing his hair - he had chosen to wear a pair of white gold clips, one on each side of his head - and then got to the less important stuff, such as preparing his gear.
To be fair, he didn't really have that much gear to begin with. It was essentially just O.T.N. and his coat. The boy had hefted the sheath in his hands, then opted to not take it at all. He instead transformed O.T.N. into its secondary form and strapped it onto the back of his coat - it was possible they'd have to fight as soon as they landed and fighting larger grimm with the short sword was hardly an option.
After a morning workout routine consisting of stretches, pushups, sit-ups and a copious amount of squats, the boy had gone for a late breakfast. As he was just sitting down with his food, however, he received the message from Ferus. Just like that, the boy chugged down the glass of orange juice he had taken, chomped off a piece of bacon and ran out from the canteen with a piece of toast in his mouth.
He tried quickly consuming the toast as he ran, hoping that he wouldn't be late as he wanted to make the best impression. He hadn't met his teammates yet, but he knew a single important fact about them - they were girls. As he realized that he was going to meet them today, and from that moment fight and live alongside for four whole years, he accidentally jabbed the remaining piece of toast down his throat.
Coconut coughed and sputtered, not allowing himself to stop and clear his throat properly. As he rushed towards platform 12, the boy was still wheezing and patting his own chest. He stopped in front of the small group which had gathered there and coughed loudly before letting out a soft breath.
"I-I'm- cough - here!" he forced out, smacking the middle of his chest with his fist to clear his airway. God that was dumb.