The little jadeblood steps right on past you, like you don't even matter, and your temper flares. Trainee or not, you're apt to knock those fucking horns off. It's one things when indigoes act like that - it's their fucking right, as top of the rung. But you're not about to let some rotblood stick their nose in the air like a goddamn blueblood.

But Pheres speaks up first, and a better idea strikes you instead. Sipara wants this fucker to lead her poor diamond home? Well, fuck that: she should've come calling herself, because now you're handling it.

"Drink, my ass," you say, sharp and pointedly cheerful. "Some greenblood slipped him some honey and shit ain't going too well for him. He's an out-of-towner, so I was going to take him to my hive.. but fuck, if you think your dorms'll enjoy the lightshow, it'll be my fucking pleasure if you want to take his chump-ass off my fronds."

They won't. Bringing a free troll onto academy grounds after hours is a great way of getting reprimanded. Sneaking a sparking lowblood into the dorms, though - that's some cullbait shit, right there.