Wani Talk About It?

Lunch-Club Homies

Oh god.
It's 300 but with Dinosaurs!

Pteros, Rexes, Tops, Raptors, Paras, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree, and probably plenty more I either can't decipher from the rest of the noise, or some I have yet to know the names to.

I look around in confusion and see a Security Guard dressed less like a cop and more-so a Riot Juggernaut.
Yet he's just standing on the edge with a nonchalant expression.

Is this normal!?
Is this just how- Dinos eat?
I mean it kinda makes sense but how in the Hell do they keep from making a mess at their homes?

The scene is just missing either a Scream-O or a really drunk & high rock band at Dennys getting everyone hyped up.

It was only after someone got fucking shanked I realize I won't be able to get my lunch.

Think I'll just sit outside for this one-

" Yo! Blakey! "
I was socked in the shoulder by a familiar hammer like appendage as I managed to keep my balance from falling into the Quietest Mosh-Pit I've ever seen.

Looking over with an accusatory glare I see the Salmon Finned Doofus from Gym.
How the-
Oh yeah, Seniors probably share a lunch together.

" Damien! Was that an assassination attempt? I'm not looking to be tenderized. "

I couldn't help but feel incredibly indignant as I stepped back onto the threshold, the Dilo merely rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish grin.

" Ha! Sorry man just happy to see you, I understand though, must be crazy seeing this for the first time! "

" You're telling me...
This sorta thing commonplace? "
" You know it!
C'mon, the Squad is just past here. "

Damien moves into the writhing mass of Student Bodies.
" Wait! How do I...get past. "

He's already gone, standing on my tip-toes I can see his frill heading to the far back where a clearing from all the violence is.

Surprised nobody turned any of the tables into sick beds from the conflict, then again, I don't think they allow on Campus surgeries.

Now...how do I get around?

I spot some of the decorative Vines lining the walls, I grab the green growth and gave it a tug from my position.

It shifts but it's sturdy enough.
Perfect!

I look back at the chaos before grunting as I hoist myself onto the makeshift scaffolding, feeling like Mississippi Rex as I shimmy around the conflict.

Hup!

And back on my feet, dusting myself off once I'm on safer ground, finding Fin-Head again at a secluded table, though as I approach I notice someone else was also there...

A very familiar green figure.

" Yo Blakey! Nice moves man, you're a natural! "
" I always knew years of Jungle Gyms would pay off.
But uh... "

The Gator Girl is looking as unamused as I am.

"... I'm beginning to sense a pattern. "
I finally cap off as Damien raised a brow himself at that before noticing the eye contact between us.

" Wait- Oh no way you know Olivia? "
" Yeah, she's uh...in my Art Class. "
" Dang man, why didn't you tell me you knew her sooner? "
" Damien... "

I turn towards the Frilled Flapper, my bemusement only turning to amusement right at the end.

" I was dismissed after first period yesterday. "
" Oh! Yeah, right!
Totally slipped my mind. "