Room 505, Monday Evening
Kabuto, as usual, was reading. He was sitting at his desk, one hand on his computer keyboard and the other holding a book. Really, he needed a social life.
He had a feeling that theoretical 'social life' would be by at any moment, so he left the door open for her. If it was shut, he'd have to get up to open it.
He had a feeling that theoretical 'social life' would be by at any moment, so he left the door open for her. If it was shut, he'd have to get up to open it.