Shuusuke was, quite honestly, tired of dark purple asymmetrical pentagons dotting his vision. Every time someone said those two words, "Strange Gospel", those shapes danced around in his eyes, and with how frequent those words were uttered in the past month or so, he was frankly getting tired of them. Repetition was stale. Repetition was boring. And speaking of repetition, there was that dream that he'd been having for a while, as well. He'd found himself in a blue and white room, confused as all hell. It kept happening, and Shuusuke couldn't figure out why... something had to have happened that his brain was fragmenting together; that's how dreams worked, after all. But Shuusuke couldn't even begin to think of what that could be. Purple pentagons again. Shuusuke shook his head. He absent-mindedly passed by the school gates, passing by two other students, talking about... something or other. Shuusuke picked up the words "pork, chicken or beef" before he realized that the conversation wasn't something he would be interested in. Blue circle... red triangle. Shuusuke scratched his head as he walked. Maybe he could stop by the convenience store... he was feeling a bit peckish, and he did have a bit of extra change. He nodded, deciding on this course of action, before taking a left where he would normally take a right. It was that much of a detour, anyway. As he approached the store, he wondered whether it would be worth it to head to the arcade today. The new update was out, and Shuusuke did want to have a stab at the new songs, but he had been going to the arcade a lot recently, and he was a bit worried about his parents thinking that he was slacking. He snapped out of his thoughts just in time to narrowly avoid bumping into two girls standing just inside the store. "Oops..." he said, sidestepping, "Sorry about-" Who the hell put this display stand here?! Shuusuke's foot caught on the bottom shelf, sending him tumbling down. Quick. Clean. At least he didn't knock anything else over. [@TheFake] [@Nerevarine]