Chuck smiled at the cute picture, but winced a little about confronting Kern; wading in his memories, he was snapped out of it when the bell rang, and the scuffle of claws and pads, filled the room as a mass exodus of furs left the room. Standing up, he shouldered his back pack, and waited for Kisa. “Do you know if we have another class next, or do we have a free period?” He tried to remember himself, but failed, only coming up with a picture of either Kisa, or Kern, both which oddly started with ‘K’. The teacher looked at him oddly, but he didn’t notice, to lost in thinking about were Kern would be at a time like this. Unfortunately Chuck didn’t know any of his classes, so he supposed he would just start at the dorm, and then go to the cafeteria, and if he wasn’t there, they would eventually cross paths.

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