Connor nodded, heading back to his dorm room. He then sat on the floor, spreading his tools around him. Ah, so that was how they spread across the floor all the time. He chuckled to himself, picking up an item he was working on, just putting the finishing touches on it. 

He must have fallen asleep on the floor, screwdriver held loosely in his hand. He blinked awake at his alarm, and crawled to his phone, which he had thrown on his bed. He turned his alarm off, grimacing at the soreness from sleeping on the floor. Well, it was his own fault.

He stood, and got ready for the day, before heading out, hungry