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Sorae
Sorae grunted as he got up, put in his chair, and stretched. He wasn't sure exactly what he should be feeling like, so he just stayed for a few moments. He was trying to avoid the topic of Yami and Luna reaching Ryuu's ears entirely, because he had thought it could warrant something to go wrong. Regardless, he stretched some more and yawned. "Ryuu-sensei, I'll show you them sometime. Right now, I need to go. And do something other than sit here and wait around for you to do whatever you're doing." And with that, he quite simply walked out. He felt awkward, and a bit out of place as he shuffled along the rows of students, exiting class and quietly waking to his dorm. I need some sleep... He said quietly as he collapsed onto the flooring of his room. Even that felt comfortable to him, regardless of whether it should have or not.
He got up about two minutes later. The day wasn't over; it had barely begun. He began to search for funeral clothes at that instant; however, nothing seemed appropriate. Nothing. Granted, his father probably didn't expect a death, and neither did Sorae; yet it still bothered him to see barely anything to wear. Finally, he got a white button down shirt with a black tie, as well as black slacks and dress shoes. These were all deposited neatly on his bed. He stretched again. He had some time before the funeral. He changed into a white shirt, and long, blue jeans, and went outside. The air was fresh and clean, and he quickly sat down on a bench. He didn't feel like jogging today, and he realized this as he watched who he presumed to be Chris going around the track. He was a bit bothered by something, actually.
The previous night, he had left without saying anything. He had then decided it was the best choice; and maybe it was, considering how tired and grumpy it was, besides the fact that he was ready to actually do something before and that had all gotten blown away. Sorae rolled up his sleeve. His lower arms were covered in bandages, as per usual, but his upper arm was as well. He felt bad for Milly, but then breathed in the fresh air and laid back against the bench again. I can sort that out later... He thought, as he quietly dozed off.
Sorae grunted as he got up, put in his chair, and stretched. He wasn't sure exactly what he should be feeling like, so he just stayed for a few moments. He was trying to avoid the topic of Yami and Luna reaching Ryuu's ears entirely, because he had thought it could warrant something to go wrong. Regardless, he stretched some more and yawned. "Ryuu-sensei, I'll show you them sometime. Right now, I need to go. And do something other than sit here and wait around for you to do whatever you're doing." And with that, he quite simply walked out. He felt awkward, and a bit out of place as he shuffled along the rows of students, exiting class and quietly waking to his dorm. I need some sleep... He said quietly as he collapsed onto the flooring of his room. Even that felt comfortable to him, regardless of whether it should have or not.
He got up about two minutes later. The day wasn't over; it had barely begun. He began to search for funeral clothes at that instant; however, nothing seemed appropriate. Nothing. Granted, his father probably didn't expect a death, and neither did Sorae; yet it still bothered him to see barely anything to wear. Finally, he got a white button down shirt with a black tie, as well as black slacks and dress shoes. These were all deposited neatly on his bed. He stretched again. He had some time before the funeral. He changed into a white shirt, and long, blue jeans, and went outside. The air was fresh and clean, and he quickly sat down on a bench. He didn't feel like jogging today, and he realized this as he watched who he presumed to be Chris going around the track. He was a bit bothered by something, actually.
The previous night, he had left without saying anything. He had then decided it was the best choice; and maybe it was, considering how tired and grumpy it was, besides the fact that he was ready to actually do something before and that had all gotten blown away. Sorae rolled up his sleeve. His lower arms were covered in bandages, as per usual, but his upper arm was as well. He felt bad for Milly, but then breathed in the fresh air and laid back against the bench again. I can sort that out later... He thought, as he quietly dozed off.