"So that's why, especially at your age, it's really important that people get all their sleep."

"Preachin' to the choir there." the Nordic-Japanese beanpole muttered lowly under his breath. In English, of course, such being his way in the peculiarly typical situation of it being 4:19 when class had a minute left to go and his eyelids were barely holding on for dear life.

He needed to stop staying up for America-time so regularly. Shit was murder on his well-being, and he knew it. Hell, his friends had [i]warned[/i] him to not make that mistake in their footsteps, but here he was all the same.

[i]Guess College is a constant everywhere.
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4:20 came moments later, with the teacher urging everyone to have a pleasant weekend and him whispering a soft "blaze it" to fill out a promise he had made to one of said friends the night before. Getting by on a technicality wasn't usually the blunt, straightforward to a fault young man's way of doing things, but he wasn't about to yell it out at the end of Psychology just for the sake of amusing someone an ocean away. Besides, it was [i]Dor's[/i] idea anyway. If he wanted that to happen so bad, he was the one pretty enough to get away with it.

[i]Henry Schultz?[/i]

No, not so much. 

Today'd be better served by figuring out that AmuSphere thing he'd gotten a while ago. VRMMOs, right? Those sounded potentially pretty fun.

Really funny how as soon as you start walking out of your last class, fatigue seems to vanish.

That was life, he guessed.