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[tsundeargodwhy]

[in the mess hall sitting at a table with a cup of tea there is a young man. He's not really drinking the tea, per say, so much as he's staring at it . . . deep in thought . . . until suddenly he jolts up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table, shouting]

Th-th-SO THAT'S WHAT HE MEANT!

[do you investigate, y/n?]

((OOC: Kersleeeeeeep. Pick up tomorrow! o/))