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After pouring an unholy amount of sugar—or at least that's what he believes it to be—into his cup of coffee, Kaz goes for a sip but, just as the rim reaches his lips, he stops and notices the unusual expression on the bug girl's face. It consists of eyes devoid of life with the addition of a creepy smile which Kaz can only describe as "nefarious". [color=#A31221]"Hey, what's with that look?"[/color] Kaz asks in his patented monotone inflection. He doesn't expect an answer nor would he trust one that comes out of her, and so he elects to ignore her and drink his sweet, sweet coffe- Holy high halls of hell, what ungodly concoction is he drinking?! This is the work of a bio-terrorist. This- This- Her. Kaz looks up at the bug girl. As he sets the poisonous substance down on the table, Kaz's expression is now the same as the one the bug girl had before: a dead, dumb, happy look except one corner of Kaz's mouth is twitching.

Reaching into the grocery bag on the table with both hands, Kaz methodically pulls out what seems to be two more cans of bug spray—only the tops can be seen—in full view of the bug girl. His dual-wielding is about to level up! Fortunately, Kaz's phone alarm goes off, stopping this epic battle from proceeding any further. His face returns to normal as Kaz reaches for his phone to have a look-see. [color=#A31221]"Oh. It's already time."[/color] He says quietly to himself. He places his phone into his left pant pocket and picks up his bag before leaving unannounced. All that remains of his presence at the table is his comic in the goat boy's possession, a couple of snack bars, and salt—lots of it—both physical and metaphorical.

[color=#A31221][i][b]-6:37 PM-[/b][/i][/color]

Kaz retires to his dorm room after what has proven to be a rather chaotic day. Dear diary, today Kaz learned the importance of never giving up from his draconian tyrant of a teacher/headmaster. He met some rather swell fellows who steals too much, smokes too much, and dairies too much. And he was poisoned by a bug girl who no one but himself was internally freaking out over. Yeah... Wow, his life sucks. Kaz feels as though he will collapse of exhaustion at any- Oh, right now it looks like.

[color=#A31221][i][b]-6:00 AM-[/b][/i][/color]

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

A far cry from his encouraging All Might alarm clock statue. The thundering voice of Lorken plays over the repeating school bell and returns Kaz's soul into his body, waking him from his slumber. Kaz slept on the floor all night having collapsed during the previous day. His luggage is still packed, mocking him in the far corner of the humbling room. Kaz's appearance when he first wakes up in the morning is indistinguishable from his appearance throughout the day: barely kept hair, a mixture of apathy and annoyance shown prominently on his face—you'd be hard pressed to find a less impressive guy. It's actually impressive how unimpressive he is, actually.

Knowing Lorken, this devilish alarm system probably won't shut off any time soon so Kaz, as reluctant as he is, gets up off the floor and begins the usual morning routine. He saunters into the restroom to whiz, shower, and brush his teeth. When all is said and done, he removes the new uniform from his belongings and puts it on. Dress shirt, blazer, pants, the works. He can't imagine there is much time for breakfast so he sits down on his bed with a protein bar in one hand and a bottle of water in the other; both arms are raised awkwardly instead of resting beside him. His whole posture screams, "I'm uncomfortable". Finishing up, he heads out toward the designated area.

He soon arrives and sees that both Gankona—he got his name right this time—and Karada are there. Lorken is a given. [color=#A31221]"Morning."[/color] Kaz tells the three of them before lining up beside Karada, remaining silent for the remainder of their time there. Both Kaz and Gank seem to be better groomed this morning than Karada. Kaz took his time since they had until seven but the other two look like they've been standing here for a while. Unlike both students, the buttons on Kaz's blazer is completely unbuttoned: a testament to his rebellious spirit, or his apathy. You choose.