[Center][h2]Dakota Rhett[/h2]
[sub]November 29th - Morning[/sub]
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[sub][i]Nudge...[/i][/sub]

[sub][i]Nudge, nudge...[/i][/sub]

Eyes opening, Dakota quickly observed his surroundings to find himself having fallen asleep again. That same guy he recalled from earlier was looking at him with an annoyed expression this time, as he'd never expected to have to do that twice. Especially in the same day. Dakota tried to listen, attempting to figure out what was going on as he quickly checked the time on his phone. [i]'Sheesh,'[/i] he noted, realizing he'd slept until his lecture was over. This was less painful and more melancholy, the orange-haired boy not taking much concern with this, at least at face-value. A larger student in front of him stood and took his leave, and that led to people leaving one after another, marking it was time for him to get going, too. 

Scooping up his belongings, he began to take his leave. A voice caught him on the way out, a simple "Hey." that sounded slightly more serious than he'd like. He turned, seeing that same guy that'd woken him up a few times. Offering a warm smile, Dakota raised a hand barely below his own chin as he offered a wave. "Oh, hey! Thanks for the help earlier, if it wasn't for you I'd probably be in trouble." Dakota extended the hand he'd been using to wave, adding: "Name's Dakota. What's yours?"

His warm smile quickly faded as his hand was quite literally brushed aside by the guy in front of him.

"Mitchell," He said in a surprisingly colder tone than Dakota expected such a helpful guy to use. "I didn't stop you to introduce myself, I had a question for you."

Dakota's arm lowered, trying to keep positive. "Ah, sure. What's up?"

"Are you taking this seriously at all?"

Dakota's head tilted slightly to the left with this question. "Eh?"

"Your classes." Mitchell made clear.

Hands sliding into his jean pockets, Dakota's view darted away for a moment, as if thinking of how to reply to that. It's not like he'd fallen asleep due to over studying, or being out all night. He was just... Bored. And even when he tried to feel invested, he couldn't. His previous attempt just landed him back in dream land, at least without a guy with such a huge nose this time, he'd think in a positive manner. Being directly questioned on his goals and investment in university made his happy exterior almost crack, but he couldn't just say that, right? He'd sound stupid--

"There's a lot of people that'd kill for the opportunity," Mitchell said through Dakota's silence, seeming impatient. One might question if it was even his business, but his annoyance with the situation seemed to be enough of a reason for him to comment on it all. "You should make the best of it while you can. It'll be the easiest time you'll have trying to find a place to fit in life."

"Right," Dakota responded, dismissively. Which made the man in front of him realize he was wasting his time, and promptly walk past him with nothing but an irritated expression. Left standing there for a moment, Dakota wondered if blowing the guy off in such a manner was the right move, but decided to get moving instead of continuing to stand around: But due to the moment stressing him out or a genuine need, he headed for the bathroom first. 

His feet carried him quickly, outpacing other people as he made his way into one of the facilities' public bathrooms. Dropping his bag next to the sink, he twisted the faucet on and palmed some cold water, before splashing it onto his face. His hands quickly rubbed against his shirt to dry them as he dug into his bag, eyeing a multitude of pamphlets with irritation reflecting in the mirror. Why couldn't he feel genuinely invested in anything? No matter the class, no matter what he laid eyes on, he felt empty and a lack of motivation. He wondered why he didn't just head over to Brights, forget all of this. He wasn't feeling anything positive, anyhow. So why bother, right?

He couldn't disappoint his parents like that, though. His mother had already thought the whole band thing was a stretch, and now there were expectations for him to find another way to make good use of his life. He shuffled the pamphlets in his hands, as if hoping something would change in his head, but it didn't. There just wasn't anything he felt passionate about, that he felt he could make an impact in. He felt an utter lack of importance, and a complete lack of options despite how much potential laid before him. 

It was like being robbed. His dreams and aspirations had been crushed already, and there was nothing he could find to fill that. People moved on without him, what little importance he'd felt became nothing as he fell into absolute irrelevancy. In a moment of spiked annoyance he slammed down on the counter, eyes darting downwards and noticing something peculiar beneath his now stinging palms.

Slowly lifting the pamphlets, there were a few cracks. He blinked in disbelief that he caused such damage, trailing the area with his fingers and feeling how oddly warm they were. This was quickly interrupted by the bathroom entrance opening and Dakota placing the pamphlets back down to cover the cracks, waiting for the other student to distract themselves with the bathroom before he picked up his belongings and bolted out; Frustratingly shoving his pamphlets in the garbage as he left. He was worried that he might get in trouble over the damage, but figured there were no real witnesses, so he was in the clear. Right?

[i]'I better get to class.'[/i] He noted mentally, making a quick pace towards what would probably be his newest napping spot.