[@Crimmy]

[b]Monday, Early O'Clock[/b]

[b]"Somehow."[/b]

Her ebon-colored gaze was unabashedly fixated upon the hereditary and completely normal ahoge again.

My eyes are down here, ma'am. I know your fixation on hair has only been strengthened by seeing an Atlesian with glowing tips, but I honestly feel like this objectification is going way too far. There's a person attached to these locks, you know. Focusing way too much on certain physical features of somebody and borders upon fetishization, y'know. Don't put acknowledging me as a person in second place to my cowlick!

Yeah, you heard it here first, folks. A squeaky-clean and innocent boy like me is subject to the depraved harassment of Gratia "That Glacier Needs to Simmer Down" Mindaro.

I cracked myself up with these bits, honestly. Could totally do stand-up, but as things happen I'm done standing up.

I sat down, and bit into a piece of the toast. A bit chewy, had it set too low for my taste.

Welp. Better luck next time.

Where was I?

[b]"I guess crashing right as we get here'll do that. So,"[/b]

I picked at my eggs. At least these turned out well. Nice and creamy.

[b]"Your family planning on doing any of the events?"[/b]

Unlike me, Gratia made sure that her family actually knew that she'd gotten in last night. Despite her blase appearance and frigid demeanor, she actually was a pretty responsible person.

There are things besides applied physics that I could learn from her.