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Tito leaned against the wall of Loki court with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, one foot tapping out an annoying rhythm against the floor. He stared ahead idly, occasionally checking his watch. Once or twice one of his hands would unconsciously slip out of a pocket to touch his chest or rub a shoulder - a slightly nervous twitch, which came from either his suspicions that he was being spied on by the order (although that had to be paranoia, right?) or the frustration of being kept in the school for so long.
Well, now he was getting out of here for a couple of hours at least - even if it was to go book shopping. Better than nothing, he supposed, checking his watch again.
Well, now he was getting out of here for a couple of hours at least - even if it was to go book shopping. Better than nothing, he supposed, checking his watch again.