"It's you!" Annabelle exclaimed, surprise written all over her face.
Azmodeus lightly chuckled. "Yep, it's me, ol' stalker of mine," he said. "Now, what say we find some place to sit down, eat, and talk about a few things of interest."
"Things of interest...?"
"Yes. Now, if you know of a good joint to find some grub, then bring us there."
"There's the school cafeteria, but hey! You still never told me why you grabbed me like that—"
"Everything can be explained when we get to that cafeteria; I am absolutely famished right now, so eating takes priority," Azmodeus said as he gently grabbed Annabelle by the wrist and led her around campus.
"Hey! Stop that!"
As the odd pair traveled around the campus toward the cafeteria, they attracted the stares of many students. Moreover, they whispered and fabricated rumors among themselves, especially when they saw an unfamiliar, handsome man walking around with one of the campus belles, who just so happened to be 'claimed' by another. Specifically, it was the son of the Saberspire Empire's Emperor, who had supposedly had his eyes on her since they were kids.
SLAM!
Meanwhile, in the public cafeteria, surrounded by hundreds of conversing students, Azmodeus sat on a bench with a circular table in front of him. Yet, instead of his lunch companion being on the opposite side of the table, she was right next to him. Moreover, she was munching down on a steak sandwich like no one was even there.
Discomfited, Azmodeus asked, "Isn't that like your fourth sandwich?" to which Annabelle responded, "So what!" with her mouth still full, not caring about any sort of table manners. Azmodeus looked down at his modest chicken salad, then over to her stuffing down a large sandwich in a single bite. "Are you sure that you're a princess of the Mountainrider Empire?"
"Mhm! Mhm!" Annabelle didn't even bother chewing before speaking as her brows furrowed and a pout appeared on her stuffed cheeks. To Azmodeus, it seemed like she was saying, "What's that supposed to mean?!" though it was hard to tell with just munches and crunches. Exasperated, he gave up on the matter and let her do whatever she wanted. She's a growing woman anyway; she can do as she wishes, he thought as he watched her scarf down another sandwich. Yes, definitely a growing woman, alright...
While taking occasional glances at her eating, he saw her ample chest sway all around, with even her uniform struggling to contain it. Maybe that's where all the food is going— before even finishing that thought, he saw the stuffed chipmunk send him a dangerous glare, which might as well have been a death threat. A bead of sweat formed on Azmodeus's forehead as he looked away awkwardly.
When Annabelle finally finished eating and seemed to have resolved whatever was irking her, Azmodeus brought up the main matter of importance. "What say we become acquaintances, Miss Annabelle?"
"Hmm?" Annabelle looked up at him but accidentally saw his true appearance, which caused her to blush a little. She forced herself to look away and regain her bearings, then swiveled her face back to his. "What does that even mean? Why don't you just ask if we could become friends—"
"You wish to be friends?"
"That is not what I meant—"
"Fine, if you insist so, then I will be your friend," Azmodeus said with a warm smile, momentarily blinding her and leaving her speechless. Yet, as if to take advantage of the moment, he said, "Say, as friends, don't you think we should work on things together? Like, say, the upcoming Academy Duo Tournament?"