Letting out a quiet sigh as he walked down the corridor, Samuel gave a few half-hearted greetings to a few early-risers he knew as he followed his mental map of the academy towards the canteen. Hopefully they'd be up and running for fresh coffee already, though it was a bit early. Well, worse comes to worse, he had a few other options. Cranking the music up in his headphones, he pushed on the door to a still-dark hall.
Well, that answers one question. No food or drink here then, yet. He'd just use the machine; it was fairly cheap and still didn't require him to make it himself. Walking over, the teen flicked his scroll over the payment area, then yoinked one of the cheap plastic cups and put it underneath. There was a faint gurgling sound, and then nothing happened. Frowning, he poked the button for black coffee again, paused, then whacked the side of the machine. A clunking sound echoed, another gurgling started, and then a huge jet of vaguely bean-flavoured water shot out and spurted all over the cup, knocking it onto the floor and splashing some onto Samuel's jacket.
There was another pause and a noticeable twitch in the man's arm before he slumped slightly. No matter, he could just get some cold coffee from the vending machine. Walking to the neighbouring vendor, he took a coin out of his pocket and put it in, pressing the button for iced coffee. Hearing the whirring of the drinks being pushed along, he let his lips turn upwards, watching as the carton- oh.
Watching as the carton got stuck on the edge of the row.
Samuel blinked, expression blank, before grasping the sides of the machine. He stared at the offending drink as the machine began to shake slightly from his semblance, the vibrations speeding up as his impatience grew with the lack of movement. A few cracking noises from the frontal glass later, he let out a long breath, releasing his hold on the machine. No good; it would cost him far more to pay for the damages than he'd get out of it. Maybe he could use the coffee machine in the kitchen instead. He's sure that the staff wouldn't mind so long that he clears up after himsel-
Ah. Doors completely locked.
God damnit. To the dorm it is. He'd have to use his own.