Beacon, BEER Dormitories - Tobias' Point of View (an hour later)
Finally finding the dormitory, I open and swing aside the door on its hinge, slowly. If need be, I would very much like to see the place when nobody else is around. Despite that dream, a wonderful fantasy of being bothered by other members of humanity I suddenly feel a strong hand reach around the slightly opened door to forcefully pull me through. Stumbling my way in, I find myself pulled along and thrown on a bed by a girl with dirty blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, who stood a few inches taller than I. Offering my protest, I scramble backwards in a crab walk, narrowly evading a bodyslam.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sitting up, the girl pouted her retort.
"What the hell are YOU doing, Bryan? Since when do you wear so much black?"
I narrowed my eyes narrow to slits as the degrees to which this female could annoy me slow and steadily climbed steadily.
"Well, maybe I'm not Bryan, and he was shot last night to his death. But who are you, big brother mentioned nothing about some girl... Actually, we were never introduced, are you from another team?"
Eyes suddenly lighting up, I began to further shuffle backwards as the girl began to encroach on my personal space, moving ever closer... And closer...
"Well, looks like baby brother Tobias finally gets to figure out that Bryan actually has a girl or two on his team."
Suddenly stopping in her tracks, she sat on her legs, somewhat kneeling.
"Well, it would be too cliche for a team called BEER to be made up of only guys."
Sitting properly, I did the only thing I felt was right: agree.
"Fair enough. Wait, BEER? Seriously? Ozpin organized a team's name into BEER?"
"Hey, someone's gotta be the comic relief. And yes. I know he's dead. I'm Raeburn, by the way."
Before I could properly introduce myself, Raeburn then reached up and flicked my nose. Leaning away from the interloper of my spacial comfort, I then hissed at her: something which would prove to be a mistake. Her voice much like a young girl queeing in delight at a cute stuffed toy, she then pinned me down with one hand, searching around my thick black hair with the other.
"OH MY GOD YOU SOUND LIKE A CAT! ARE YOU A FAUNUS, WERE YOU ADOPTED? THAT MEANS YOU HAVE EARS, RIGHT? CAN I PLAY WITH YOUR EARS!?"
"Raeburn..." My face then began to burn red hot, my blushing transparently revealing my state of mind. "... Get off me..."
As I began to struggle in the attempt of removing my assailant from atop me, wishing to be rid of this very emotionally distressful circumstance, I could hear the door reopen as a male and a female voice entered the room. The female of the two spoke up, equally amused and indignant.
"Raeburn! Heel!"
"Come on, don't make me!"
"Raeburn, get off me... Please."
Now finally able to sit up, I could now see how the curious Raeburn stood clad: thigh high leggings, short shorts, and a hoodie. Now turning to my saviors, I find another familiar face. Standing next to the girl who presumably saved at least a portion of my dignity stood a rather... 'Regal' figure.
"Earl! Nice to see you again!"
"Ahem... Its Earl of Pudding."
Picking up into our usual banter, stand on the bed and bow as best I can.
"But of course, my fine Earl, how be the Realm of Pudding?"
"Very well, my fair acquaintance. May I introduce the lovely Evelyn, who freed you from the shackles of the dark dragon?"
As I waved regally to Evelyn, Raeburn took the moment to offer some indignation of her own: I suppose not everyone enjoys being refereed to as a creature of torment.
"Pleasure to meet you, Evelyn. Am I to suppose that this is team... Dare I say it... BEER?"
Nodding, I look around, and take the opportunity to get off the bed and escape the reach of Raeburn. Evelyn walking over to sit beside Raeburn, having a chat.
"Hey... Rae-Rae? Next time you harass the new kid, do it on your own bed."