was long and black and flowed free. Mason was already imagining a series of defensive moves if Juneful attacked. Having long hair was a stupid choice, tactically. Mason could grab a handful of it, and from there the fight would be in his control. But maybe long hair had some kind of ceremonial significance. Or the Rhadgast were cocky enough to just not care.
Juneful seemed to notice Mason scanning all of his weak points, his pressure points. His eyes narrowed.
âIs there something you wanted?â Mason said. Heâd been dealing with bullies his entire life and was a little sad to find out they were no different here. Tremist bullies were just as clever as the slow-witted muscle-bound morons he had dealt with at Academy I and II. He began to wonder what the true differences were between Tremist and humans.
Juneful didnât seem to know what to say. Po was staring at Mason intently from across the tableâthe whole team wasâbut Mason kept his eyes on Juneful. His three boys were behind him, safely. They were followers. They were no threat.
âI suggest you go back to your table,â Mason said. âI know youâre curious about what humans can do, but I donât think you want to find out right now, in front of all your friends.â
Junefulâs mouth opened in shock, just a tiny bit. âWhat about you, human?â he said to Tom, no doubt ignoring Mason until his dull, aggressive brain could figure out the correct response. âDo you need your boyfriend here to protect you?â
âNo,â Tom replied. âBut I like to let him because it makes him feel better, and because he doesnât mind dealing with scum.â
Mason laughed. He couldnât help it; it was the perfect thing to say. Had he not laughed, Juneful wouldâve probably sat right back down. But he did laugh, and it felt good to laugh again. It felt good that Tom felt good enough to crack a joke. So Mason laughed, but he never lost his readiness.
As he watched, the gloves hidden inside Junefulâs robe slipped down over his hands. During school hours, no student was allowed to have his or her gloves over their hands unless they were in a combat-oriented class. Mason didnât know the punishment for violating that rule, and he didnât want to find out.
There was a tray of food in front of Mason. Junefulâs hand darted down toward the edge of it, and Mason anticipated he would try to flip it into Masonâs face. Mason did not want this to happen for a number of reasons, including that the food here was somehow worse than the sludge they served on ESC spacecraft. The refectory had better food availableâheâd seen strange and colorful fruits and vegetables being served to the older studentsâbut he and his team got various protein-based gelatins. It would make quite a mess and ruin the robes heâd gone through hell to earn. So Mason grabbed Junefulâs luscious locks and yanked down just as Juneful was starting to lift the tray with his fingers. Junefulâs face smacked into the tray with a wet splat. Some of the gelatins flecked Masonâs robe anyway, but it wasnât nearly as bad. As Juneful was bouncing up, Mason shoved him one-handed into his three friends, who all toppled onto their butts.
Everything stopped.
Juneful blinked goop from his eyes.
As every Stone in the refectory stood up from their tables.
âNow youâve done it,â Po said, stretching his arms and yawning. He seemed resigned to their fates.
âYou with me?â Mason asked Tom quietly.
Tom sighed. âThat was ill-advised, but I guess weâve done stupider things. Of course Iâm with you.â
âOkay, then,â Mason said, and stood up, letting his own gloves slip down over his hands. âWhoâs first?â he called to the room.
âSit down,â a voice said behind him.
Mason looked over his shoulder to find Reckful frowning down at him.
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