[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Res Hall[/h2]
[h3]At the Gates of the Vineyard[/h3]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWK-ZXMZs3U][i][b]Knock Knock.[/b][/i][/url]

His hand descended upon the wood twice, knuckles rapping against the door clearly and resolutely.

[i][color=66CD00]"Straight after classes. Don't be tardy."[/color][/i]

That was what Gratia Mindaro had ordered of him, hours ago during the brief stint where they had shared a lunch table.

It was a good thing he'd broken out of a nasty habit of skipping such meetings outright. As his hand dropped back to his side, he found it subconsciously tugging against the edge of his uniform, straightening it out an almost imperceptible amount. The action arguably served the same amount of purpose as twiddling one's thumbs. Something to keep his nerves occupied.

The only time he truly found himself still was when he was asleep, after all. 

Half-wishing he'd stopped by JCML's room to toss his messenger bag onto his bed for later use, he instead waited there in slience with it slung over his shoulder.

[i]I'm going to have my hair studied by my [s]Kuudere[/s] 
[s]Tsundere[/s] 
[s]KuuTsun[/s] 

Tundra Mistralese transfer student classmate.

What manga are we parodying here, exactly?

I feel like I've read this.[/i]

Idle thoughts did their thing as they always did. He wasn't going to find the answer, but he couldn't help but wonder anyways. It was about the only place one could think of to find such a strange scenario. Granted, such a scene would also carry connotations he had long dispelled any hopes for in this instance...

Nonetheless, whoever wove the threads of fate seemed to be having a blast with him.

His free hand snuck into a pocket. He had no control over what situations life threw at him anyway.

[i]Just what I do with them.[/i]

Even he couldn't get very far quibbling over nothing forever.