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[indent][indent]Receptionist or not, whoever the thin japanese woman was had been well-informed. She had instructed him to simply wait till 11 AM. Had told him with a tad bit of suspicion that his advisor was around in the lobby somewhere amongst the other early-arrivals.

Caelum thanked her with an appreciative bow and the pulled-tight lips of one aware of his station. He had never gotten used to that subtle but all dominating sense of formality. It could be suffocating at times; pushing him further and further into prudence. It resulted in him speaking far less than he normally would and airing on the side of caution. 

For a time he sat on one of the couches, waiting and watching as others filed in and settled down. He glanced up at whom he had assumed was the advisor. He had this concrete formality about him, they all did. Society had done its part and that man had carried it on him like a thin veil.

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Caelum had his hands folded on his rolling trunk between his legs, satisfied with the advisor’s introduction and his rooming accommodations. [color=gray][i]None of that applies to me for now.[/i][/color] He sighed as if exhausted, not completely sure as to why. [color=gray][i]First thing I wanna do is find the kendo room. After I put my stuff up that's what I'll do. Get a lay out of the campus too.[/i][/color] 

He hefted his trunk up off the ground and started for the stairs. [color=gray][i]Not as if anyone is gonna wanna talk to me anyway,[/i][/color] he reassured himself, feeling the slight burn in his arms already.[/indent][/indent]