"....Hey Camille?" Tristan asked, glancing towards Camille, who, in turn, looked up from her book.
"Yes Tristan?"
"Why are all of the other students spread out like butter on toast?"
"....That's...an odd metaphor to use..."
"I didn't eat breakfast today, sue me." Tristan grumbled, "But still, you think by now one of them would at the very least hang out with us. I mean, why not? I'm awesome and you have that weird stoic personality that people like for some reason."
"For the sake of our apparent friendship, I will ignore that." Camille said, flipping a page in her book and going back to reading.
"Yeah, well, I have a point." Tristan replied, rolling over on her chair and crossing her arms. "Still...I just think that..."
"Tristan, are you bored?" Camille asked.
"...A little bit." Tristan admitted, "Just sitting here is nice and all, but I need something to do, you know?"
"Well, why don't you ask that Noir boy to play with you? He seems to be...lonely, also, that Vermilion was quoting that...movie of questionable reputation. Finally, that Akel girl is also quite lonely looking, perhaps her and Noir could strike up a friendship."
Tristan blinked, "...You're more observant then you let on, you know that?"
"....Hm."
"But seriously though, I'm bored. I need something to do!"
"Go into town then." Camille sighed, "There's bound to be something to do. I heard that Acero boy was also heading into town."
"That I will!" Tristan said, standing up swiftly and making her way towards town. As Camille watched her...friend go, she turned back to her book, but something caught her eye. Something murky in the water...
Oh well, it was probably nothing.
****
As Tristan headed into town, not caring that she was still wearing only a swimsuit, (though to be fair, a lot of other people were, so no big deal there), she spent an glance towards the mansion close to the beach front. It was overlooking a cliff, which, in turn, was above those...what do you call those things? Beach caves? Sea caves? Either way, that's where the Mansion of Demurder rested, and...for some reason, it looked weird. Like, really weird. Like...was a window broken, or something? There was a small crack one of the windows but...hm.
Tristan was, needless to say, lost in thought, so much so that she wasn't looking where she was going.