Sunday, early morning
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Once opening the door to Iwatodai's luxurious dorms, also the S.E.E.S. headquarters, one might think they stepped into another world. However, the world one Iori Junpei pictured was not one with boxes and trolleys and bodies placed randowmly over the floor.
"well geez," he murmured, so as not to wake anyone. It -was- awfully early in the morning, "m'sure not gonna get homesick here afterall."
A roll of eyes, and he picked himself a spot where he parked his awfully heavy and large suitcases. What did he pack, his whole friggin' room? He fished out the blanket he had stuffed in there and proceeded to continue his night. After all, sunday mornings were made by God so people could sleep till afternoon if they damn well wanted!
Once opening the door to Iwatodai's luxurious dorms, also the S.E.E.S. headquarters, one might think they stepped into another world. However, the world one Iori Junpei pictured was not one with boxes and trolleys and bodies placed randowmly over the floor.
"well geez," he murmured, so as not to wake anyone. It -was- awfully early in the morning, "m'sure not gonna get homesick here afterall."
A roll of eyes, and he picked himself a spot where he parked his awfully heavy and large suitcases. What did he pack, his whole friggin' room? He fished out the blanket he had stuffed in there and proceeded to continue his night. After all, sunday mornings were made by God so people could sleep till afternoon if they damn well wanted!