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WHO: Mashiro, Takasato
WHAT: Trying to get Senor Emo out of his funk, and flinging female items around.
WHERE: Room 1001
WHEN: Uhhh...J-January?
WARNINGS: ...if there is going to be a problem, I'll edit this. 8D;
After another day of classes, Mashiro found himself dragging him up to his room and trudging in, dropping his backpack on his bed like an oversized paperweight and collapsing in the chair at his desk. He let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, as if he were under a lot of stress, but all in all...life had been a lot quieter than last year. It seemed that the dream classes, although still a major component of his school life, didn't seem to take over everything anymore. Not like he was complaining--those things were nightmares, not dreams!
It was at this point that Mashiro lifted his head and noticed his roommate, looking less than okay. He kept his eyes trained on him before he asked (somewhat stupidly), "Hey, are you okay?"
WHAT: Trying to get Senor Emo out of his funk, and flinging female items around.
WHERE: Room 1001
WHEN: Uhhh...J-January?
WARNINGS: ...if there is going to be a problem, I'll edit this. 8D;
After another day of classes, Mashiro found himself dragging him up to his room and trudging in, dropping his backpack on his bed like an oversized paperweight and collapsing in the chair at his desk. He let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, as if he were under a lot of stress, but all in all...life had been a lot quieter than last year. It seemed that the dream classes, although still a major component of his school life, didn't seem to take over everything anymore. Not like he was complaining--those things were nightmares, not dreams!
It was at this point that Mashiro lifted his head and noticed his roommate, looking less than okay. He kept his eyes trained on him before he asked (somewhat stupidly), "Hey, are you okay?"