"BRO, I NEED YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING you know about Basketball—" Rafel entered his dorm room with this as greeting. Percival stood on the other end, already dressed for dinner with the girls in the canteen, in sparkling black and a gold tunic matching his Arc's colors.
A sigil of a Griffin was clipped to his front, on his breast pocket. Percival fastened on gold cuffs.
"Well, good evening to you too, bro. It's nice to see you too. I missed you after [Warlock Practice]. Dude!—everyone's talking about Olivar and what you did to him. They say he might have to miss a whole moon of studies, and—"
"PERCIVAL!" Rafel grated to get the boy's attention.
"Right!" The golden-haired royal clipped. He fully made his cuffs and stood tall in the lavish room area. "What do I know about basketball? Basically, it was invented by some Druid who claimed to be a time traveler—said he'd visited the future, and that the game was 'lit' over there—whatever that means."
