He wasn't late, 'kay? Lucian just HAD to finish his last pancake. It'd be blasphemy if he didn't.

No pancake left behind. 'Kay? Good.

He dashed through the halls until he arrived at his destination, skidding in and flopping on a seat on the back near some older students. He hadn't missed anything, right? Nah.

Shouting numbers? OKAY. "Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine..." They got the gist, right? He'd liked that number ever since...well, since the professor that was his dad mentioned it.