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	Kiyoshi soon saw the mold guy heading towards the dorms. He quickly intercepted him as he entered. "[color=a187be]Hey, I'm trying to plan a sort of get-together, so we can all get to know each other.[/color]" He leaned in. "[color=a187be]If any teachers ask, it's a bonding exercise. In reality? A party of sorts.[/color]" He leaned back out. "[color=a187be]So, you in or what? I need to know how many sodas I need to get from my bag.[/color]" Before leaving, he had stockpiled snacks and drinks of varying unhealthiness in several bags. When he wanted to stay up past three days, these were essentials. He suspected the sugar made him crash more than rush, but it tasted good. "[color=a187be]And what snacks do you prefer[/color]?" Kiyoshi didn't want this to be lame. They could do with more people...Perhaps if he...sneaked some of his friends in? They would appreciate something fun. And they could invite a couple of their friends...and eventually we have a party. He pulled out his phone, ready to text, but then remember the security. He put it back in his pocket, dejected. "[color=a187be]Do come.[/color]" He said.