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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=a9ba9d]Study Room ⤏ 368[/color]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [color=a9ba9d] necesito una siesta[/color]
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Fox [@fledermaus][/sub][/right][hr]


Eden jolted awake to the sound of a bang from some corner of the room, the pile of things situated on his lap tumbled a short distance to the floor as he sat up. The bean bag depressed at the movement, and an ache radiated along his back, making him wince as he glanced around. 

The study room was mostly empty, save for a few sleep-deprived-looking souls who seemed to be doing the same thing he was, albeit with relatively more success. Eden stretched his arms above his head and let out a low groan before stiffly rising on his feet. Disorientation clung to him as he packed his things up and trudged out of the room.

Another rush week for the books had the dorm in lively spirits this morning and had Eden feeling like the grinch on Christmas. The queue at the elevator had Eden opting for the stairwell; luckily, his floor was the next one up. The muscles in his legs groaned with each step he took, and the only thing on his mind was his bed, for once.

The third floor was quieter than the second but not deserted, and the smells from last night’s “bottom feeder” cooking segment reminded him of home. The carne asada was great, and the company had been even better. A chime sounded from his phone as he fumbled with the keycard to his door. Once inside, he placed his bag on the small desk and swiped his thumb against the glass screen on his phone, [color=#a9ba9d] “Lucy? Hmmm… she’s cute.”[/color] he murmured to himself as he disappeared into the compact bathroom. Eden showered and towel-dried his hair while keeping up a polite enough conversation with the volleyball player that had stumbled into his DMs.

A little bit of flirting never hurt anyone, and she seemed sweet enough to keep his mind off things for a while. Plus, what else was he going to do on a Wednesday night? With the date set for Wednesday and the bags under his eyes demanding at least a solid four hours of sleep, Eden snuggled his way into bed just as the weight of exhaustion hit him.

[color=#a9ba9d] “Siri, set a reminder for Wednesday.” [/color] Eden let out a yawned before relinquishing himself to sleep, and like most nights, it was [i]her[/i] pouting face that greeted him to his dreams. 

[color=#a9ba9d]”mi florecita”[/color]