Haas wasn't too far behind on the yawn train, explaining: [color=aba000][b]"Yeah...that fish was something I made before leaving home...supposed to be Tin Goldfish, but I kinda messed up on the head. So I guess it's a Tin Flounder."[/b][/color] in a joking manner. Resting in his seat, tettering back and forth, Haas responded to the question of dorms, saying: [color=aba000][b]"Well, a bed and a roof is plenty for getting some sleep. Especially since we're in the desert."[/b][/color] with an aloof tone, throwing his head back as he waited for the placement duels to finish.

Once the announcement came on, Haas was already fast asleep, startled by the suddenness of the chairman's announcement. Scrambling to not fall over, Haas got to his feet and sighed deeply, bags already apparent under his eyes. [color=aba000][b]"...Just let me sleep already..."[/b][/color] he grumbles, walking with his back slouched, arms hanging like limp noodles, his duel disk barely clinging to his arm as it swayed to and fro. One might mistake Haas for a very thin and hairless gorilla at a glance. Standing like that as the chairman spoke, Haas really only paid attention to when his name was called, and associated the word "Wind" with "Place to go the fuck to sleep". Passing Hayato on the way to the elevator, he simply said: [color=aba000][b]"Night..."[/b][/color] as he clambered for a spot on the elevator. Fumbling with the door of his room a few times, Haas eventually smiled widely at the sight of his bed. Nice...big...comfy...and there was a lot of green in the room. Nice, calming green. 

Completely disregarding the closet, the vanity dresser, the form, AND the fact he still had shoes on, Haas flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes, sleep taking the somehow tired kid quickly. Pleasant dreams of the countryside back home filled his mind, and eventually, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxA4fjOm5g0]somehow[/url] he started thinking of all the cool stuff he'd get to do at the academy. Like duel...and...duel some more. And take loads of naps in the schoolyard. Chilling out and never working too hard...some sort of catchy beat in the background. Oh god, there was a french transvestite in the dream too. And a koala man. 

Luckily, he was pretty rested up even with only five hours to work with. That was...what, (60/15) X 5? 20 power naps. Fuel tanks fully charged, Haas' eyes lit up like as if a giant robot just got turned on, and he somersaulted out of bed. [color=aba000][b]"Refuel completed!"[/b][/color] he chirped as he listened to the announcement, bouncing on his feet, and promptly changing into his uniform after removing his duel disk. Removing his deck and placing it into a convenient pocket on his uniform's pectoral area. Practically sprinting up the stairs to the eleventh floor once again, Haas made it in record time, barely beat by the elevator.