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Hands deep in his pockets, Daichi held his breath in an attempt to maintain an internal balance of his emotions. Of course, on the outside he wore an expression of great vexation. His mind was reeling of all the things he had done wrong in such a short time period, especially the fight he could have easily won. [color=ed1c24][i]What a load of bull shit. It's only morning and my day has been complete and utter bull shit![/i][/color] The Nocturne sucked his teeth and put more strength into his strides, stomping his feet on the ground as he advanced from the portal and towards the dining hall. Kicking the door open with the heavy heel of his suede shoes, Kuroda strolled into the cafeteria with a grimace on his face. His hat was stuffed crudely into his back pocket, and his exposed cat ears twitched and turned in various directions of the room as if he was on high alert. [color=ed1c24][i]The last thing I need is someone else to sneak up and rob me of my sanity once again.[/i][/color] The cat growled under his breath and stood on the back of the line to the food kiosks. A few startled glances were aimed in his direction, most likely from the threatening air around him. 

A short time passed and Daichi was finally faced with the same machine as earlier that morning. The glass easily reflected the irate expression on his face, which served to snap him back to reality- what was the point in being fit to be tied? What's done is done, and scaring off the creatures around him was not going to solve anything. [color=ed1c24][i]I've already made a fool out of myself within the first 3 hours of school- people probably think I'm way too dramatic, and I don't blame them. I need to keep my cool from now on. Come on Daichi, get yourself together![/i][/color] He knew very well that his thoughts were futile, but a pep talk was what he needed to keep himself going. Plus, a line of hungry students was forming behind him.

[color=ed1c24]"Isn't it a little early for lunch...?"[/color] The cat had only just realized what the time read in the top right corner of the screen before him. [color=ed1c24]"Well, whatever. I could use a nice meal."[/color] His rambling ceased when he arrived at the conclusion that the food was in fact a necessary item to replenish his energy after the fight. Some students could certainly use the break, after all. Eating was probably his best bet at a speedy recovery, seeing how he didn't want to go to the infirmary and meet with another terrible fate. Daichi continued on with the routine, swiping his identification card across the scanner and receiving his steaming food on a silver platter only seconds later. 

Kuroda lifted up the tray and silently made his way over to an empty table in the far corner of the room, hoping to seclude himself and eat in peace. He freed his fingers from the leather gloves and cracked his knuckles when the cooling air finally came into contact with his heated skin. The scent of the pasta wafted upwards into his nostrils, and all of his worries related to the events prior were washed away in an instant. He rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and tossed the black gloves onto the table beside his meal, and proceeded to consume the food with a newfound hunger.