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[hr][h3][color=F0E68C]Location - Writing Club Room[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

As soon as the spotlight had moved off him, Kevin pulled his shoulder bag into his lap - that desk was barely stable enough to support his notebook and arm, there was no way it would support his whole bag - and dug out a new pen. His gaze lifted as soon as another person offered to lend him a pen, but held up a new writing utensil of his own. "[color=F0E68C]I'm good. Thanks.[/color]" 

He made sure that when he lowered his bag back down, he didn't just drop it least they have to deal with even more dust in the air. This place was going to suffocate one of them by the end of the week if they weren't able to do something about it. How could the school operate like this? Not even cleaning all of the club rooms before the year started? What his parents spent to send him here was outrageous for them to be in a room like this. At least it didn't seem like anyone was actually allergic to the dust mites likely living in every unswept corner of the room. That would just seal the deal for them needing to buddy up to other clubs. 

Then an overenthusiastic and tardy student burst through the door - like they needed any more damaged property here - and proceeded to trash the club in general. Kevin's gaze locked completely on his notebook, making a few tiny notes about the way she phrased things or an image that came to mind the way the door fell off its hinges and how the room looked lit up with the better lighting from the hall. 

And just as quickly dread filled him as it was announced the academy customarily had everyone go around and meet and greet with the other clubs. Maybe it had been too much to hope for, that he wouldn't have to go socialize with more than the group of people in the dusty, tiny room. It had obviously been too much to hope for that the club he would be with all year wasn't going to be stuck in a claustrophobia inducing small room he was growing increasingly certain the school may have forgotten even existed aside from storage location. Then there was the surprise - apparently, did no one read the paperwork they signed? - about the club choice being locked in for the year. The phrasing of being clubs was weird but then so much of this place was weird he was willing to just keep his mouth shut as usual.

Though the fact they had new tasks and would just think on the slogan more later after these new tasks were done was fine with him. Slogan writing wasn't anything he was good at. Everything submitted would be a camel anyways. It was just a camel race - to see who had the best one and could get the principal to like it first. Tasks would do the club good anyways. After all, going to get replacement equipment or things to maybe help cheer this place up would do the atmosphere good. Which in turn might make everyone else a bit happier to be here. Was he the only one that actually wanted to be here? It was starting to sound like it a little.

Kevin shook his head to pull himself from his thoughts, then blinked realizing he was actually shaking his head and that was probably weird, right? His gaze lifted to the room at large again before looking between Seira and Naoko. "[color=F0E68C]If you don't mind, I'll go along with you to the gardening club.[/color]" Gardeners couldn't be terrible to talk to, right? "[color=F0E68C]That way at least one of us can hopefully remember to get tips on how to take care of a plant in a room like this.[/color]" He stood, casually draping his messenger back over his body to drape across his chest and shoved his notebook and pen back into it.
 
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