Takeshi heard his instructions: to go door to door to ever person's room, asking if someone with a katana was in there, or if they have had seen such a person. He was then to text Clarius the situation, where Katana-Dude was, who was with him, and so on. Then he was to go find Katana-Dude and tell him to head down to the nurse's office to speak with Clarius. Simple enough, right? Ehhhh. "Claire, don't you think that's a bit excessive? I mean, every room? Come on. I'm gonna do it, but still." With that statement, Takeshi left his friend and roommate to examine the injured girl and went to gather information. The first door he had inquired at took a little while to open. The girl on the other side was dressed to go to bed and had a toothbrush in her mouth. Oh dear. Takeshi recognized her and suddenly realized how difficult this door-to-door quest was going to be. "Maetaka, why didn't you ever call me like you said you would?" "Takkun, you idiot! I -sob- hate you! I thought -sob- we had something special!" "Takeshi? Oh, please, come in. I'm [i]always[/i] up for a good time~" "Maetaka, I already found someone else. Please leave." "Please don't leave again, Takeshi! Stay with me, pleeeease!" These phrases, variations on these phrases, and phrases either too emotional, hateful, or explicit to record here were heard many times by the young man. This was the only problem with flirting so much, at least to Takeshi. You got into awkward situations like these. Horrible. Eventually, he knocked on the door of the man he was looking for, not that he would have known. From inside, he heard noises inside that sounded like someone playing Skyrim. A fantasy game, eh? Takeshi liked Dissidium 013(Tridecim): Ultimate Illusion much better. It was a fantasy fighting game (meaning it took more skill) that had all of your favorite Ultimate Illusion characters, including Enkidu, a fan favorite from Ultimate Illusion 5. It also had fan non-favorites. Like Naav. Nobody likes Naav. It was also on handheld meaning he could play it any time he wanted. But that didn't matter. What mattered was waiting for someone to answer the door.