Hugging himself on his bed, Casper had luckily found his way to the dorms. [i]'What did I do? I actually used my powers to hurt someone...'[/i] The boy's fingers almost dug into his skin as he has holding onto himself. [i]'No...I didn't do it to hurt anyone, I did it help Mason...'[/i] No matter how many times he was going to justify it, the truth remained. Casper had tossed someone across the room and probably damaged him some in the process as well. Did he think that the jock deserved it? Of course he did, the guy was a complete ass. Though, he didn't want to be the one punishing him. [i]'You didn't do it to punish him, you did it help out a frie-...Mason.'[/i]

Casper's tight embrace loosened and he dropped back down on his bed. What would come of this? Some people might have thought it funny to see a little kid like Casper go up against a jock and brought their cellphones up to film the whole thing. It might not have been that bad but at this point, the kid was worried about anything. 

[i]'At least Mason's safe now...'[/i] It was worth helping Mason, that was something the boy would not deny. It was worth helping a fellow human being. Casper enjoyed helping people whenever he could and this was a prime time to do so. Had he not intervened, things would have been worse off. Mason would have been humiliated and beaten to a pulp, would that have been better? No, Casper was more prepared to deal with his anxiety than letting Mason go through something like that. The only thing Mason had done was help his roommate, he didn't deserve to be punished for it. 

With a heavy sigh, Casper placed his hand on his growling stomach. He would need to eat something but going back into the cafeteria today would be social suicide. Everyone would surround him and he would surely have a mental breakdown. The boy turned and sat up in the bed, looking at his Vita placed on the bedside table. No, he didn't quite feel like he wanted to play now. Perhaps he should go and check in on Mason, but where was he? There was no telling where the young man could be. With little else to do, Casper decided to simply unpack. He would have to do it at some point and now was better than never.

It didn't take very long before he was done with the task, placing everything neatly in the closet. A 'brilliant' idea crossed Casper's mind at that moment and he judged it better than sitting around doing nothing. If he did that, his anxiety would simply grow with more bad thoughts. The best thing he could do now was actually [i]to be around someone[/i]. He thought that he'd say something like that to himself but it was the truth, for once. This was all so alien. Casper had never, ever, hurt anyone before let alone in the way he did. He had never protected anyone else before either, especially not in this way. Alien problems can sometimes require alien solutions. He would seriously need to see a therapist after all of this was over.

In his trail of thoughts, Casper soon found himself in front of the reception where he saw the same bubbly woman from before. "H-hello..." He stammered quietly, unable to meet her eyes.

"Hello, honey. How many I help you?" 

"Mason's room...?" 

"It's Room 139, sweetheart. Are you making friends already? That's wonderful!" 

"Y-yeah..." Casper didn't look at her but rather kept walking towards the room she had provided. Upon reaching his destination, the boy knocked on the door a few times. Who said that Mason was even there...?