Milo eventually realized after a few songs that he was still supposed to be going to his dorm. He refused to put Tiffany away but managed to get everything just right so he could walk and strum a few tunes. He walked into his room dropping his stuff on his bed next to the uniform. "Never did much like being assimilated," Milo said as he changed into it refusing to put on the tie. As he finished he turned around noticing the other bed, and the person that bed belonged to. [i] If he wants to talk to me he can start the conversation, not really up to talk to people right now, [/i] Milo thought as he opened the window, popping the screen and placing it on his bed. Sitting on the windowsill he began playing Think Twice by Eve 6, before zoning off again, going to his own little world.