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Alarm number five. Great, he was out of time. Though if he shortened his shower a little, he might be able to- no, he couldn't be late on the second week. That was just giving up. Besides, that creepy nose goblin was liable to show up again if he went back to sleep. Usually waking him up would dispel any remnants of a dream he was having, but that thing just picked back up where it left off everytime he went back to bed; it didn't even skip a beat in its monologuing. If only he could remember what the hell the long-nosed thing was saying.

Leo Gremminger sat up in bed and tapped at his phone. Somebody with a decent sized following must've retweeted the painting he posted last week, more notifications than usual. He'd have to finish another piece while he had a spotlight. Maybe the river? He debated the riveting facets of social media management in his head as, bleary-eyed and hardly lucid, the boy fumbled his way toward the bathroom, a tune on his lips that he knew he'd picked up recently but couldn't for the life of him remember where.

The trip to campus from his apartment wasn't too bad; the quickest route to the bus stop was through a quaint little park, and a short bus ride was the perfect opportunity to catch up on anything he'd missed overnight and get his online presence in order. Leo found that if he didn't, he'd just spend the majority of his first class on his phone anyway. Once he got off the bus, Leo was basically on autopilot. He kept his nose in his phone, scrutinizing the schedule he had screenshotted as he carelessly merged into the crowd funneling toward campus. The campus grounds had lost their wonder after his first semester, and had been reduced to simple buildings in his mind. Paying attention to them at that point was a waste. He even tried painting some of the more impressive landscaping once, only to get whacked in the back of his head with a frisbee for his trouble. Plus the lighting always sucked.

Leo finally took in his surroundings as he heard someone nearby being chided for bumping into someone else. [color=bb8f4c]"Sorry,"[/color] He instinctively muttered, only to register a second too late that he wasn't the one being spoken to. Walking into people on accident was all too common for the inattentive boy at this point; it was a bit jarring to [i]not[/i] be the one at fault for a change. The blonde girl was the one that spoke, so the redheaded... middle schooler? - she was wrangling had to be the culprit. Wait, blonde looked familiar, did she have a class with him? Keeping track of all these faces was hard. Better to play it off on the off-chance she tries to talk to him again.

[color=bb8f4c]"Uh. I mean,"[/color] He swiveled his gaze blankly between the duo as he floundered for words, eventually settling on an innocent grin, [color=bb8f4c]"I have no idea why I said that. I'm just used to being clumsy, I guess."[/color] Smooth. Maybe he should've just walked away, not like it would've bothered him a couple minutes from now anyway.

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