[center][h1]Naoko Suzuki[/h1][/center]


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I'll be translating Naoko's thoughts from now on.
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	Naoko sighed as he followed the rest of the boys into the room. It was small and cramped. But it would have to do. He ultimately decided there wouldn't be much to do here, so he promptly stuck his duffel into a corner of the room and left. As he stepped outside, he smiled. It felt good to be alone in his thoughts. [i]They give us the worst rooms imaginable. They don't give us keys. What exactly did I sign myself up for?[/i] He pulled an American $20 bill from a jumbled up wad in his pocket and scanned the campus for any good restaurants or cafeterias. It was half hearted, and if there was one, he didn't see it. Naoko looked around once more. He didn't see anyone who might prohibit him from finding something in the city. He jogged at a fast pace out of the gates. Luckily, there was a pizza joint not too far from the academy. He walked in, scanning the menu. Naoko had tried pizza. It was alright, but he never went again. Maybe it was better here? [i]Let's hope so...[/i] He stepped up to the counter after a bit of waiting in line. "I'll have one cheese pizza." He said. He had practiced it while he waited. Another mess up like the one with Gabriel would've embarrassed him beyond belief. He payed for it (it took another $10 bill) and sat down in the restaurant, sketching as he ate a slice.