*Ike hums faintly, gently nodding his head to the beat of the music blaring in his headphones. Familiar faces pass by - an economics classmate here, some guy from the party there - and each one greets him with wide grins and enthusiastic high fives.* *Soon, he manages to push through the bustling halls and chattering students, before spying an all too familiar figure in the distance. That casual gait, the worn key chain on a faded white backpack from all those years ago...* *Ike grins wide, tugging his headphones down and already formulating another cheeky idea in his head. Sliding his backpack off, he rolls his shoulders... before bursting into a full on sprint, barrelling towards the figure from behind.* *In one swift motion, he wraps his arms around the figure, spinning them around with delighted laughter.* "Gotcha!"