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September 3, 2020
Sometime Late at Night
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For the remainder of his time still out at the battlefield, Grant remained inside, in the safety of the truck. No monsters, no projectile fishmen, no emotional outbursts. The silence was comforting, and he just tried to get his rest on the ride back, but the bumpy ride was not helping in anyway in achieving that. Even when the trucks had arrived back at the school, he couldn't seem to catch a break as immediately, he was thrown straight into some kind of medical room. Luckily, Grant was not part of the actually injured group of students. Unluckily, he still had to stay in the room. With a sigh, he decided to just do what he thought was best at the time. He set Padma's knife down at his side, and he sat down. Not even a minute, and he was asleep...

[color=f7976a]"You're all cleared to go,"[/color] was what came through his sleep, and with a subtle jerk, Grant was awake. He wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, noticing people beginning to leave. Finally. He grabbed the knife at his side and, without a second thought, Grant was on his feet and out of there. Destination: Dorm Room. It was sure to be a... very silent night back at the dorm. A silent and empty room. That's what he was expecting. So with the silence weighing against his body. Once he was in his very own room, he noticed. [color=0095FF]"...I need to take a shower,"[/color] He said to the empty room. Dirt and muck on his arms, face, and his clothes weren't fairing any better. Definitely needed a shower. So without any other words, he set the knife aside, grabbed another set of clothes, and was off to the bathroom.

Was today productive? No, not nearly as productive as it could have been. He had gotten some answers to some questions, but Brent was still much too energetic. No doubt at least part of this was due to the healing light of Benediction, but another part was simple: after seeing Shane pull that shit off, the amethyst-eyed youth simply felt like it was a waste if he DIDN'T do anything as soon as possible. Before he got to any of that stuff, however, there were other things that needed to be prioritized. Paperwork, for one. Planning out the next day, for another. Who knew how much time he had, after all, before he was called out to truly fight.

Stepping into the silent room, Brent kicked off his own shoes and stretched out his back with a satisified sigh. His clothes weren't exactly filthy, but a bath would be nice regardless. A small, warm comfort before improving everything. That sounded about right. With that, he pushed open the bathroom door, just in time to see some dark haired boy step into the bathtub.

Ah, he had recalled seeing things such as another set of shoes and clothes strewn on the floor, as well as a fancy knife on a table. So that was why.

Amethyst eyes went up and down the slim youth's body, before Brent mentally pushed the dislike button. Complexion seemed fine, but he was still more fat than muscle. The skinny sort of fat, where they both didn't eat enough and didn't exercise enough. The dirt and soot that clung onto his body implied that he had come from the battlefield as well, so no doubt, this was a case where the power was greater than the wielder. Lucky. With that mental analysis finished, Brent said, smiling, [color=B0C4DE]"Sup. Name's Brent. You're my roommate?"[/color]

Just as the door swung open, Grant's eyes shot open and his head turned to the now ajar door. Gears turned in his mind as silence ensued after this other boy had just walked in, and Grant's hand immediately turned into a shield for his privates. Luckily, that was the end of the uncomfortable silence as the mystery person decided to introduce himself. Roommate. A replacement? A mystery third roommate? His name certainly wasn't called out during the pair-ups. [color=0095FF]"...I'm Grant. And I'd like it if we saved the introductions until after I'm dressed."[/color] He'd answer frankly to the new roommate, Brent.

[color=B0C4DE]"Yeah, sure dude,"[/color] Brent replied, [color=B0C4DE]"Go on ahead."[/color]

Should he leave the bathroom? Naw, they were both guys. Who cares?

Satisfied with the answer, Grant turned. Then his satisfaction once more turned into discomfort as even after that answer, he did not hear the door shut. His head turned just a little, back toward Brent. [color=0095FF]"Are you going to..."[/color] He'd trail off, hoping that he would get the point already.

[color=B0C4DE]"To?"[/color]

[color=0095FF]"...Leave."[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"Oh, sure then."[/color] With that, Brent exited the bathroom. Guess Grant wasn't that comfortable after all. He had to admit, it WOULD be a fairly awkward situation if the dude randomly got a hard-on.

Grant let out a sigh of relief once Brent was finally out of the bathroom, and he was left alone to his shower. But he did notice that the door was still open. With a sigh, Grant turned back to the knob as his chains emerged from behind him, touching the door before shutting it. At the same time, Grant twisted a knob. Cold water. He twisted the second knob. Better. He would spend a long time in the shower, washing all the dirt and grime off of his body. Minutes passed, and he finally turned the water off. Another minute later, the door opened and Grant stepped out, wearing clean plain clothes, similar to the previous dirty pair.

By the time Grant finally got out of the shower, Brent was already working on the papers, a pencil gliding through the pages with a singular focus. The subjects were definitely mind-rattling, but nothing he hadn't encountered before. Without turning, he said, [color=B0C4DE]"So, who's the third? Or is all this stuff yours?"[/color]

Grant was already on his way to bed, but his Brent's question, stopped him in his tracks. His eyes caught glimpse of the bag next to the bed that used to belong to Padma. Only a glimpse before he continued his path to his bed. [color=0095FF]"No. Belongs to our other roommate."[/color] Grant took a pause to sit down on his bed, keeping his eyes shut. [color=0095FF]"She's not with us anymore."[/color] He'd finish.

[color=B0C4DE]"Ah. The knife her's as well?"[/color]

[color=0095FF]"Yeah. Used it during the battle when she..."[/color] He trailed off before subtly shaking his head. [color=0095FF]"I decided to keep it. No sense in letting it go to waste."[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"Waste not want not, eh?"[/color] Brent said, finish another page. [color=B0C4DE]"Which one was she?"[/color]

[color=0095FF]"Which one?"[/color] Grant repeated questioningly, leaning back against the bed as he opened an eye to look at him.

Brent still faced away from him, one finger tapping on the table as he worked on math next. [color=B0C4DE]"Four bodies. Two soldiers, two girls. Rephrased, it would be 'what did she look like'?"[/color]

Grant remained silent for a moment, looking up at the ceiling, as if searching, before he answered. [color=0095FF]"Tan and sporty,"[/color] was the simple answer he gave, trying not to picture the sight of her dead body. [color=0095FF]"Name was Padma."[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"Padma..."[/color] Brent repeated, his pencil stopping for a moment. His other roommate, huh. The one that he won't get to meet and the one that he won't be able to 'remember'. Did she die heroically? Or did she just die? That was another question that was on his lips, but ultimately, it didn't matter.

[color=B0C4DE]"Gonna try to forget her?"[/color]

[color=0095FF]"If those were my intentions, I wouldn't have picked up her knife."[/color] Grant gave up on holding himself up and let his back collide with the comfort of his bed.

[color=B0C4DE]"Good. Don't."[/color]

The pencil continued once more, scribbling late into the night.