Tech support!
WHO: Computer repair guy Bonny and damsel in distress Nill.
WHAT: Nill has some computer-related troubles, and what is Bonny if not the most helpful gal around?
WHERE: Nill's room (209).
WHEN: Right after this convo!
WARNINGS: Some foul language courtesy of Bonny. No language at all courtesy of Nill.
Fact of the matter was that without the gym, Bonny felt cooped up. The weather was miserable most of the time, rendering the field practically useless, and the only student she could use as a punching bag without getting in trouble was Ryohei Sasagawa. Her roommate, usually the perfect opponent for acerbic one-liners and hour-long yelling matches had been strangely absent lately. Only the dream class gave her a much needed outlet for her agression these days, but the way she lost control when she became the boxer turned even the dream into less of a comfort, and more of a nightmare.
And so, she'd been wanting to get out of her room all day. Miserable rain splattering against the window and the soft whirr of her laptop had been her only companions and they had been - well, not very satisfying. Agreeing to fix that weird sophomore's computer had been a spur of the moment decision, but with the tedious hours spent in her dorm still fresh in her mind, she didn't really regret her decision as she sauntered down the hallway.
This was it. Two-oh-nine. Puffing up her cheeks like a blowfish, she hesitated briefly before knocking. This was stupid. Sure, she was pretty good with technology. But the thing had looked like it had gotten into a fight, and lost. And how the hell was she going to communicate with a girl who talked via a notepad?
But it was better than watching the rain come down. Like a policeman about to arrest a criminal, she banged on the door.
WHAT: Nill has some computer-related troubles, and what is Bonny if not the most helpful gal around?
WHERE: Nill's room (209).
WHEN: Right after this convo!
WARNINGS: Some foul language courtesy of Bonny. No language at all courtesy of Nill.
Fact of the matter was that without the gym, Bonny felt cooped up. The weather was miserable most of the time, rendering the field practically useless, and the only student she could use as a punching bag without getting in trouble was Ryohei Sasagawa. Her roommate, usually the perfect opponent for acerbic one-liners and hour-long yelling matches had been strangely absent lately. Only the dream class gave her a much needed outlet for her agression these days, but the way she lost control when she became the boxer turned even the dream into less of a comfort, and more of a nightmare.
And so, she'd been wanting to get out of her room all day. Miserable rain splattering against the window and the soft whirr of her laptop had been her only companions and they had been - well, not very satisfying. Agreeing to fix that weird sophomore's computer had been a spur of the moment decision, but with the tedious hours spent in her dorm still fresh in her mind, she didn't really regret her decision as she sauntered down the hallway.
This was it. Two-oh-nine. Puffing up her cheeks like a blowfish, she hesitated briefly before knocking. This was stupid. Sure, she was pretty good with technology. But the thing had looked like it had gotten into a fight, and lost. And how the hell was she going to communicate with a girl who talked via a notepad?
But it was better than watching the rain come down. Like a policeman about to arrest a criminal, she banged on the door.