As much as Sora missed Hanatarou, having Neku as a roommate was pretty nice. They already worked together and were friends, so they didn't have to get over any of those hurdles. More than that, they could use the dinner time to catch up with each other and share thoughts and information. Sora felt like he could talk to Neku about club stuff but also chat about whatever he wanted and it would never be awkward
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Neku waved to his roommate and went about his own business once night had fallen. Breaking in more new people for their club. Or at least meeting them and figuring out whether or not they'd be a good fit. Neku wasn't always entirely sure what the club itself did, but at least it did feel like he was working toward something. And with all the other insanity here, that was kind of a big deal.
He grabbed his pins and flashlight, clicking his mp3 player to one of his favorite tracks. After a day of not listening to much of anything, even J-pop on repeat was a soothing change. He pushed away the uneaten dinner; even though he felt hungry, he didn't think he could stomach the pink stuff. Though maybe when he met up with this new recruit, he'd see about going to the kitchen. Felt like he hadn't had a decent meal in weeks.
When Vino made his way out tonight, he left with the door swinging shut behind him, metal railing slung over his shoulder and a map, flashlight, his gun, and a sheet of paper torn from his journal, filling his pockets. He'd decided to forgo the radio tonight. The thing had turned out to be absolutely no help the night before and only ended up being extra weight. Not that the weight had bothered him at all, no way! Vino just didn't like having to carry useless baggage around
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After the initial good start to his day, the rest of it hadn't faltered much. He managed to see both of his friends, gained enough information, and felt more at ease with his surroundings. His sole regret was retiring to his room early, but he obtained and secured enough information before then to feel at ease with it. Many people were caught up in their conversations, and he wasn't up for making idle small talk
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For once, Goku had a purpose tonight. It may not have been as fun as food raiding, but it was most definitely more important. He had to retrieve his beloved nyoibo from his friend Kibitoshin. Now the only question was could he remember the man's door number? He sat cross-legged, short arms circled around his chest as he thought deeply. After several minutes of dredging his brain, nothing useful came up with the net.
"Oh well!" he said to no one in particular and leaped off his bed with a shameless smile. If worse came to worse, the monkey boy could always find him by smell alone. And speaking of smell, a strange sensation entered his highly acute sniffer. It smelled like--Well, it smelled like chocolateConfused and a bit hopeful, Goku turned his head and took a deep breath through his nose. Yeah, it was chocolate alright and it was coming from the heavy box on his table. Climbing up on his desk chair, Goku finagled with the lid until it finally fell back with a hard thunk against the table counter. There were quite a few things in
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Stepping out into the hallway, Locke turned on the thing Edgar had called a 'flashlight' and shut the door behind him. He really had no clue where he was going to go tonight, he hadn't specifically made plans to meet with Edgar, but, perhaps he could find the king anyway.
As he headed up the hallway, he tried to remember what the room number had been that Edgar had given, he should've written it down at some point. If he couldn't find Edgar, he'd just have to go back to wondering around; perhaps find a weapon like they'd tried to the night before.
The only thing he enjoyed about dinner was the fact that there were no soldiers and no one making him stand the entire day. He ate a little of the weird pink porridge, but left most of it behind, throwing the beret across the room and un-tucking his shirt. They might be able to enforce their rules during the day, but he was only putting up with their shit for as long as he absolutely had to
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He grabbed his pins and flashlight, clicking his mp3 player to one of his favorite tracks. After a day of not listening to much of anything, even J-pop on repeat was a soothing change. He pushed away the uneaten dinner; even though he felt hungry, he didn't think he could stomach the pink stuff. Though maybe when he met up with this new recruit, he'd see about going to the kitchen. Felt like he hadn't had a decent meal in weeks.
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"Oh well!" he said to no one in particular and leaped off his bed with a shameless smile. If worse came to worse, the monkey boy could always find him by smell alone. And speaking of smell, a strange sensation entered his highly acute sniffer. It smelled like--Well, it smelled like chocolateConfused and a bit hopeful, Goku turned his head and took a deep breath through his nose. Yeah, it was chocolate alright and it was coming from the heavy box on his table. Climbing up on his desk chair, Goku finagled with the lid until it finally fell back with a hard thunk against the table counter. There were quite a few things in ( ... )
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As he headed up the hallway, he tried to remember what the room number had been that Edgar had given, he should've written it down at some point. If he couldn't find Edgar, he'd just have to go back to wondering around; perhaps find a weapon like they'd tried to the night before.
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