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[center][b][color=a36209]Interactions: [@Zelosse][/color][/b][/center]
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[center][color=a36209]6:00 PM, Yesterday[/color][/center]
Overall, the situation of the stolen manga was faifly one-sided. Gankona simply kept the manga out of the shortie's reach, reading it while occasionally popping one of the peculiar fired objects he had into his mouth. Karada simply sat, slightly bemused at the situation unfolding, choosing not to interject. Between that and the interactions between Kaz and Rikka, Karada was presented an excellent show. And what was a show without dinner - Yuri, the other blondie made his way out of the kitchen area, before setting down several slices of pizza, which Karada accepted gratefully. He was used to cooking his own meals, and having someone else do it once in a while felt very nice.

The other kids, all seeming like they had something they needed to do, began to file out one after the other, until eventually only the delinquent pair of Gankona and Karada remained. Silence dominated this space, and while they occasionally entered into a conversation about their battle or what they expected the next day, Gank seemed fine with the silence. He had Kaz's manga to read, after all. Checking the clock on the wall and seeing that the time was already 8:40, Karada rose from his seat at the table, before walking away. As he did so, he held up a hand and called out to Gank.

[color=a36209]"Night man, I gotta get some sleep. See ya tomorrow."[/color]

Karada heard a slight grunt of acknowledgement from Gank, followed by the turning of a page, and then closed the door to the cafeteria. Slowly he made his way to the basement, doing his best to not put pressure on his leg. Not trying to brag, but he thought he was pretty good at walking with the injury by this point. Finally, he managed to make it to his room and, after removing the shirt, jacket and shoes of his uniform, before turning off the lights and slipping into bed. Just as he did so, a thought came over him - How would he wake up in the morning? He wasn't particularly gifted at waking up on his own, and he didn't even know what time he needed to wake up by. A cursory look around the room alleviated his fears, however - near the far side of the room, next to some panel, was 3 bright red numbers that said 8:55 PM. Confident that this was an alarm clock, Karada allowed his exhausted body to fall into a deep slumber, not even questioning if the alarm clock was turned on.
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[center][color=a36209]6 AM, Today[/color][/center]
If the blaring sound of what could only be described as a school bell rang throughout his room. Karada jumped to alertness, having always been a light sleeper since the choking incident, and quickly made his way to the alarm to shut off the blaring noise emanating from it. It was only then that Karada noticed - the alarm itself had no buttons attached to it that could shut it off, and the only thing that even seemed like controls was the panel directly next to the alarm itself. A sharp pain spread throughout Karada's body as the adrenaline wore off, and Karada quickly made his way to the desk of medical supplies. Taking off his pants, Karada sighed in relief. The pain was from putting to much pressure on the leg, but thankfully, the stitches were still in place. Karada considered taking some pain medication to help with the searing in his leg, but the deep cutting voice of Lorken pierced through the alarm's shrill.

[color=ed1c24]"RISE AND SHINE, DESPOILERS OF MY HOME. EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW."[/color]

Karada quickly pulled up his pants and put on his belt, before carefully making his way to the closet and grabbing a shirt and jacket. Afterwards, he made his way straight out the door. Lorken was not the kind of guy you would want to be on the bad side of. After making it out of his room, Karada noticed that Gank was remarkably well groomed. Or, at least he was compared to the recently awoken Karada. As soon as he made it out of the doorway, Karada slowly began to put on the shirt and, after finishing the top button, slid the grey jacket over his body. Immediately afterwards, he buttoned up the jacket. Karada had adopted some tastes from his upper class family - one of which was a penchant for buttoning up his clothes. Just letting the cloth flap around his neck seemed unappealing. After he finished getting dressed, Karada turned towards Lorken, awaiting instructions and hoping that he would be allowed to take a shower.