Night 57: M1-10 Hallway

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When the familiar crackle came on from overhead, Claire had paused, then continued about his business, sorting through the few possessions he had in his box and setting them into seemingly random positions on his desk, looking as listlessly bored as he'd been just prior to the announcement. But he was quiet, quite aware of what this Aguilar man was

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Now that he had a goal for the night, it was a lot easier to be spurned into action. The familiar click of a magical lock sliding out of place was heard acutely with his supernatural senses and it meant good times were go! Bouncing off his bed with a laugh, the monkey boy pulled his pants off and ran to his wardrobe where he had found looser fabric the previous night. The back of the pair of selected pajama bottoms were ripped to make room for his wriggling tail that returned at night.

Then, with new pants on, the real work began. Jumping up to grab a hold of the bar in his closet, Goku pressed his legs against the back wall and pulled. With a yowl, Goku was pulled to the ground when the pole was released from its support.

"Ow..." he groused, rubbing his thick skull where he had been properly thumped. From the closet he dragged the pole out and freed it from the few clothes still hanging on for dear life. It was a shame the pole couldn't be made any small or bigger at will, but there wasn't much to be done. A obstinate staff was better than no staff at all. Sure, he could just use his fist, but Goku had fun flipping his nyoibo back and forth through his hands. It made fighting more fun!

Giving his roommate the peace sign, the kid waddled out of his room and into the hallway in search of the kitchen.

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