The little jadeblood steps past them, like they don't even matter, and Riccin's temper flares. Trainee or not, they'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 they'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 them instead. Sipara wants this fucker to lead her poor diamond home? Well, fuck that.

"Drink, my ass," they 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, go the fuck ahead."

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.