Rokoru Ishiahara // Warakuma High, Archery Range

The girl had thanked him several times all while positively beaming at him. He had only given her a registration form so the sudden affection struck him as odd. Almost creepy in a way, but she was cute enough to balance that con. As he ran over how to fill the forms out (which he pretty much did without thinking about it due to the amount of times he had recited it over the years), the senior studied the younger girl’s face while she followed his motions and instructions. It was only then that he realized that she had never told him her name. She was just “cute girl.” It would also be weird to get her name from what she wrote instead of asking her.

But, right before Rokoru opened his mouth to ask, he noticed that “cute girl” became “embarrassed girl,” based on the vibrant shade of red her face turned as she stared at his body, not the papers. the girl clutched the papers close to her body and turned away so he couldn’t see them. Was she that shy that she couldn’t check someone out without panicking? Turn off #1.

Right before the club president could belt off a witty remark about it, Cute Girl bolted away in a fluster, whizzing through the small crowd of people standing around. He furrowed his brow in a weird way and looked down at himself and suddenly felt the fabric of his shirt. It felt totally fine, albeit dishevelled. It was a little bit tight around his biceps and chest though. How old was that shirt again…?

As he contemplated the age of his wardrobe, a tap on the arm brought his attention back to his surroundings. Sato was looking at him in a blank way while holding out a formidable stack of paper. A quick glance told him that they were all registration forms, which meant that on top of the one he would get later from Cute Girl, Sato had multiple forms that needed to be filed. Rokoru shot the younger boy a puzzled look and apparently Sato understood apparently. “We got a few new members in today, Rokoru.” He spoke enthusiastically as Rokoru took the sheets from him and placed them under a few pieces of paper he had been holding the whole time. They could be reviewed later, in an especially careful manner, since he knew that Akira’s registration was in that pile. “If only they had came to me a few days sooner, right?”

The two weren’t particularly close, but they had gotten along from day one and both considered each other practically friends. They never did hang out much, however, which meant that there was no real kinship in their relationship. As a result of realizing this fact and that he really didn’t want to deal with Akira’s registration any time soon, Rokoru decided on something. They were going to go to grab something to eat when they were done at the range. He stepped away from Sato a bit to look at the clock. About ten minutes before it was over.

It wasn’t long into an awkward silence did Rokoru actually say his idea. “Let’s grab something to eat after we get out of here. Right?” He asked it in a way he knew Sato wouldn’t deny; there was pretty much no chance Sato would ignore a request like that from his superior on the first day of being vice-president of the Archery Club. The boy agreed almost instantly when Rokoru gave him a warm smile.

Katsuro Sakuma | Less serious business

Katsuro pretended to look extremely serious and intense. "Sachi, my dream is to be the prettiest princess in Warakuma. If you're in the Idol club, that makes us enemies."

He held that expression for a while, before bursting out laughing. "Haha, yeah, no. I think I would spark the great Warakuma eye gouging incident if I made earnest attempt at joining an Idol club. I'm sure it won't be so bad for you though, Sachi. This stuff usually contributes to a girl's popularity, far as I can tell. Just sit there, smile, look pretty, and it will probably all come to you naturally. Not trying to be sexist, by the way...." He was a little worried someone could easily take his comments the wrong way.

"I could always come cheer you on, if you wanted me to. In a totally platonic and non-perverted fashion, of course." Katsuro was a joker and an idiot a lot of the time, but one thing he never tended to be was a pervert. He would make jokes about doing weird shit till kingdom come, but he never actually did anything that could be associated strongly with a wide variety of anime stereotypes.

Rui Shinichi | Warakuma High - Archery Range

"Nothing else yet... Kendo practices later in the week so I'm going to continue that" he answered. He had not officially joined any other clubs yet, Kendo was next on his list, and the Anime Manga club was third. By now he had the lowered the bow to speak with Hamada. He noticed from the corner of his eye that his senpais were tending to Hamada's friend... She was blushing pretty bright red. He kept his attention to Hamada though.

"What about you? You have the Drama club and then anything else?", he wasn't really curious, but this would tell him if she committed a lot to acting or had other interests. It would let him know what kind of topics he should bring up around here...

Ayano: Warakuma High
Ayano's eyes lit up for a moment at that time. He likes the gift? What kind of sorcery is this? And he actually thanked her!
The girl didn't want to admit it, but she was glad. Her eyes started doing it again, they were avoiding his...Was that it? If there wasn't anything else that had to be said, then...It just felt awkward...Especially for the girl. And for a while, there was dead silence...

The girl just stood there, waiting for a response...a sign..something! Thankfully though, Kami spoke up and...
"A-Ah, sorry...but..." Ayano looked at the ground for a second, she didn't want to sound rude or make him feel bad but it was just out of the blue.
"S...S-Sorry, but...I'll have to say no...I have to get home. B-But, we'll see each other at the park, right?" the girl bowed to the boy as a sign of an apology before walking away, looking back at her shoulder for a few moments before hurrying along home.

Along the way, the girl just sighed. "I'm terrible..." she muttered under her breath.

Warakuma Shopping Complex - Jogging Trail

Chiaki was trotting along behind Noboru. To be honest, she could tell that Noboru was slowing down for her, it was sweet of him, or so she thought. Although she may not seem like it, Chiaki did perform regular exercise and minor training for her performaces, photoshoots and other Idol related things, both for her health and to keep her energy levels up. That isn't to say she is completely in love with sport...

The duo ended up back where they started. Upon finishing, Noboru asked how she was feeling after taking a sip from his drink bottle. Not wanting to be a burden, despite the sweat on her forehead, Chiaki put on a brave face and smiled with a cheery answer.
"Oh just peachy! I must say that was delightful. Jogging along the scenery, the peaceful quietness of the town... Spending time exercising (together...) is something I'll enjoy doing ahaha!"
Patting Noboru on the back she agreed to having a meal with him.

"Well, if you're paying, I'll have to order something expensive! Ahaha~ Just kidding! ... Maybe <3"
With a wink and a smile she waited for him so they could find a place to eat, she suggested the noodle restaurant from the last time they were at the shopping mall.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Shopping Complex

Rather than get her question answered, Toma simply gave an odd smile - even as he nodded toward the donut shop; indicating her to follow him. Still puzzled at his actions, Kotori complied as he stepped forth, being one of the few customers at this time - the afternoon crowd either already passed or not yet arrived - and placing an order for two donuts; specifically the cinnamon-topped ones that she'd recommended to him. It was only when he asked for them to be bagged separately that she realised what he was planning. "Ah, I don't..." she wanted to protest - but before she could say any more, the Third Year was already paying for his purchase. Biting her lip, Kotori kept quiet as Toma turned around with a small smile on his lips and holding one of the two bags toward her.

Not accepting the present - a token of his thanks, as Toma explained - was hardly an option any longer, leaving Kotori to instead gingerly take the donut out of his hand as she shook her head at the words he added. "It was no trouble at all. This really wouldn't have been necessary," Kotori said, honestly - after all, the way they'd taken had been the same she would have gone even if she hadn't ran into him. "But thank you," she added a little more quietly, a trace of red across her cheeks accompanying her words as she realised that she really should have noticed the little trick her Senpai had played on her with his question earlier. Either way though, a faint smile came to her lips as Kotori glanced down at her admittedly favourite piece of confectionery from this store before taking a small bite.

It was only after looking back up - having to tilt her head to do so, considering the older boy's height - that Kotori remembered that they weren't just here to enjoy a sweet treat - what's more, Toma had already decided to thank her for a task only half done yet. "The stationery shop is just over there," she said, lifting a hand to point it out, as she returned to the reason they were here in the first place - if she'd already been thanked for it, Kotori could hardly not see something through to the end, after all.

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High

Peeking into the Kendo Dojo, she found that the place was completely empty. With a groan, "So much time wasted" Time which would've been better spent on my manga. Rubbing the back of her head, she takes a deep breath. "My timing is as bad as ever, huh?" Looking at the clock, "I probably should get my things the club room and head out."

Heading back to the club room, she gathered her things and slung her bag over her should. Walking out of the room, she closed the door and made her way through towards the front gate. "I wonder what I should have tonight, had Taiyaki last night....A monster bowl of ramen sounds about right, let's go with that." Passing through the school gates with a smile, she made her way to the local raman shop.

Leiko Hamada- Archery Range

"Anything else?" Leiko repeated with an arched eyebrow, taking note of the bland tone in Rui's voice. The boy was supposedly expressing an interest in her extracurricular activities, but if he did, he certainly wasn't showing it.

She could only hope that he was capable of more forms of emotion, or his role in the Drama Club would have to be very minor.

"Well..." Leiko cocked her head slightly in thought as she decided to indulge him all the same. "In all honesty...no. All of the clubs I've visited today have failed to hold my interest..." She tapped her palm with the feathery end of the arrow as she spoke. "There's just nothing that compares to the thrill of immersing yourself in the role of someone else, discarding all notions of reality..." Her lips curled into a smirk as she acknowledged the airiness in her manner of speech. "But perhaps that just makes me a little one-dimensional, having such a superficial interest, no?"

She turned, sliding the arrow back into the quiver before glancing over her shoulder back at Rui. "Don't forget to practice your lines for tomorrow, ok?" The tone in her voice implied that Rui had little choice in the matter, her voice dangerously soft as she took her leave from the conversation. It wasn't long before she came to a stop however, as a blur of purple started hurtling in her direction."Saya-?" Her eyes widened, slightly bewildered as the taller girl nearly collided into her. "H-Hey! Careful!" She growled, catching the hysterical's girl's arms quicky to slow her down before Leiko could be knocked back on the floor for the second time that day.

"P-Pen..." The other girl panted, her alabaster skin stained a glowing red as she thrusted some scrunched up papers at Leiko. "I...need..." She wheezed before letting her knees hit the soft ground with a thud. "Oh god..."

"You're making a huge fuss over a pen? Leiko said drolly, looking entirely unamused as she stacked the papers aside for now and gave Saya a firm shake. "Saya. Calm down."

A rattling breath followed from the erratic girl before she nodded glumly, her lips quivering at the effort not to burst into more panicked yells.

Good. We're getting somewhere. Acutely aware that Rui was probably bearing witness to this scene, Leiko tugged her friend along to the side, where the other club members were unlikely to see them. "Right..." Leiko steeled herself with an iron will as she met Saya's eye level evenly. "Take a deep breath...and tell me what's wrong."

Saya obeyed, a loud gasp of air filling her lungs before her words spilled forth.
"IwenttoseeRokoru-senpaiaboutgettingregisteredandhetookoffhisjacketandhisbicepswerelikeamazingandIstartedtothinkaboutwhathecoulddowiththoserippedarmsandthenIfreakedoutandranaway." She finished her sentence with a dry cough, her eyes watering slightly as she rubbed them with her wrist. "Its awful, Hama-chan! He must think I'm a total spaz now!"

"When I said take a deep breath, I didn't mean just one..." Leiko grumbled under her breath, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. She hadn't fully understood Saya's garbled explanation but she had picked up on 'Rokoru-senpai', 'biceps', and 'ran away', and with the pre-existing knowledge of her friend's 'quirks', she could quickly connect the dots as to what had exactly occurred. "He probably does. And I wouldn't disagree with him," Leiko shrugged, causing Saya to go into an even deeper fit of despair. "Honestly, Saya."

"Hama-chaannn! You're supposed to make me feel better!" Saya wailed, cradling her head in her hands as she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. "What am I supposed to do? I can't sign up for Archery for real now!"

"What?" Leiko's eyes widened, horror painted across her features over what Saya was implying. After being forced to scout for clubs after school against her will, and then forcibly dragged to the Archery Range as her 'moral support', Saya was suggesting that she wasn't going to join after all? The past hour they've spent...wasted?

No. Leiko's eyes glinted darkly as she pulled an expensive looking cartridge pen from the shirt pocket underneath her sweater, thrusting it firmly in Saya's direction. "You were looking for a pen."

Saya flinched as she looked at the presented pen gingerly. "B-But."

"Sign." Leiko's words held no room for debate, no argument, and Saya knew it. Whimpering slightly, she took the pen in her forefinger and thumb before leaning the stack of papers against a stacked pile of boxes, scribbling her signatures monotonously against the dotted lines before finishing with a heavy sigh. "Good." It was Leiko's turn to breathe a sigh of relief, her expression turning somewhat gentler as her eyes glanced down at the ripped seam on Saya's sleeve. "What on earth happened to your jacket?"

"I picked at it," Saya confessed sheepishly, her nature notably returning to its usual state as she cracked a weak smile. "I know you tell me off for it, Hama-chan. Come on, just get on with the lecture."

"I don't 'lecture'", Leiko sniffed, although in all honesty it was good to see that Saya was finally breaking out of this 'Rokoru-senpai' madness. "Come on, let's get it fixed up at Home Ecs."

"Do they even meet up today?" Saya blinked, a little surprised at Leiko's offer. "I mean, we can't just barge in there, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe we're just 'scouting' for clubs," was Leiko's reply, her lips pulling into the most devious of smiles before leading the way forward.

It stung a little to hear Katsuro tell her to smile. In the midst of all his silliness, she knew he meant nothing by it, but it still dredged up bad feelings for her. His advice was just about the same as the last batch of it; just wait and watch as everything turned out fine. It seemed to be all she could do ever. It was starting to get on her nerves a little. "You can show up if you want." She told Katsuro in response to his last little joke. She wasn't really in much of a mood to match his tomfoolery right now. Despite her meal only being half finished, she had a feeling it might be better for her to leave. "Sorry, Katsuro, but I'm not really going to be much good for company right now. You mind if I take off? I think I had better just go home." She hoped he wouldn't feel too awkward about her suddenly ditching out on him, but it would be even more awkward to just sit here and halfheartedly make small talk all day. If he was going to let her leave, she was going to pay for her meal and get going.

Rui Shinichi | Warakuma High - Archery Range

"Superficial... No not at all. I think it's good to have one thing to be dedicated to", he commented. She seemed to be a little self-conscious of herself, but regardless... She turned her attention now to her friend. She shot a last line at him before going to tend to her.

"Don't forget to practice your lines for tomorrow, ok?", as she walked away and back towards Saya... Rui mumbled to himself as a response...

"But... I don't even have a script yet...", how was he supposed to remember lines without a script. Oh well, he watched the scene unfold before him, until finally they decided to check out other clubs.

"Hmm... I should check out the Drama club tomorrow maybe", he said to himself.

Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Shopping Mall

Seeing Kotori's smile made Toma's heart soar. No matter how faint it was, it was there, and it was the first she had worn in his presence. As the girl took a bite from the donut, a dumb grin spread across his face. His hand quickly moved to scratch his nose, in an attempt to cover up the involuntary reaction.

After a moment, Kotori pointed out the stationery shop. He looked over, having forgotten about it sometime over the last few minutes.

"Oh, yeah! I guess we should head over there then," he said, taking his own donut out of its bag.

As hungry as he was, the treat was gone by the time they entered the store. Deciding he'd only buy a few notebooks and pencils for the time being and come back when he knew what was required for each class, he was able to gather what he need in a short time.

"That's the only other thing I needed to get done, I think," Toma said to Kotori as he finished paying. "Now all that's left is groceries."

As the pair made their way to their next destination, Toma continued to look around, increasing his familiarity with his new home.

"So what do you do with your free time, Shirohane-san?" he asked curiously. "There seems to be just a little less stuff here than in Osaka."

Noboru
Making their way to the ramen shop they sat down and ate. Once Noboru had ate his fill and waited until Chiaki finished hers, he paid for the food, and stood up. They walked around the mall for s short while more, exploring all the stores and buying random things. When they were done, they started on their walk home, splitting ways when it came time.

Aiko and Akari
A little bit behind Noboru and Chiaki, was Hiro. He was a third year like Aiko. The teen disgusted even Aiko. He had no respect for the art of bullying and preferred to start fights, no matter whether he won or lost. And even though Aiko hated to admit it, Noboru would've won this fight by a longshot. But this was different. Aiko might have let Noboru kick Hiro's ass, but this was Aiko's time to shine and teach Hiro a lesson.

Aiko casually strolled up to Hiro, who was a little ways behind Noboru." Hey Hiro how's it going?" Before Hiro could respond, Aiko 'accidentally' dropped his wallet. "Hey Hiro, could you pick that up for me?" Hiro bent down to pick up the wallet. Aiko leapt at the opportunity. He grabbed Hiro's hair and brought the head towards his knee. Hiro rolled on the ground, clutching his nose. Aiko slowly bent down and in a seething voice whispered to Hiro. "Listen you little shit. That's mine. You touch it you pay the consequences. You got it? Now get outta here." Aiko pulled hiro up by his hair and threw him away, strolling home whistling to himself.

Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Archery Range

Sato tilted his head to the side a bit when the stranger alluded to the past he had with the club president. Why was there bad blood between the two? Obviously it had happened before he had transferred to Warakuma based on what he said, but how bad would it have to be for Rokoru to “bust a blood vessel” over it? Before he could question the man further, he had already departed with a few words of farewell. So much for that.

It didn’t take long for Sato to find the club president and hand him the registration forms he had collected. “We got a few new members in today, Rokoru.” He said it like he was proud of it. Based on the weird mixture of confusion and frustration on his face, Sato assumed that he wasn’t proud. Not of who joined, likely. It took a few seconds before the younger boy decided that it would be best to lighten the mood a bit. “If only they had came to me a few days sooner, right?” It sounded better in his head. It wasn’t even a joke, really, but it definitely worked better when he thought of it. Still, Rokoru replied with a genuine smile after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Let’s grab something to eat after we get out of here.” He said it in the same authorative tone he always used. It was comforting, in a weird way, for someone to make a decision for you. In a very, very weird way. Sato didn’t object, however, to the notion of getting food once the first official club meeting ended. The clock pointed ten to five, so both men made their way over to somewhere near the center of the building and Sato shouted a “HEY” as loud as he could. Most of the crowd stopped and turned to look at the source of the sound, and at that cue, Rokoru cleared his throat and started talking.

“The hour’s almost over, so get your stuff together and put the equipment where it belongs. The Archery Club’s first official meeting of the year is OVER.” At the last word, students moved in hundreds of different directions in a hurry, making it practically impossible to get through easily. Rokoru made a start at a gap in the crowd and pushed aside anyone lingering in the way. Sato followed on heel as well as he could, but even with his best efforts, the two got out of the building at different times. A lot of people left as soon as they did, a majority of them stopping to say or ask something to either of them. A few minutes past the hour, most had vacated the area, leaving a few stragglers to get everything sorted and close up for the night. Rokoru eventually turned to face Sato with his uniform’s jacket thrown over his shoulder. When he had retrieved it was a mystery to Sato. The more important thing, however, was that Rokoru had offered to pay for a restaurant. Where’d they go was yet to be decided, but the fact that they were going somewhere for a meal was, so before Rokoru could do anything, Sato whipped out his phone and texted his parents an explanation as to why he wouldn’t be home for a while.

Rokoru pulled on his coat on as Sato slipped his phone into his pocket, and shot Sato a look to indicate that he wanted ideas for where they were going to go to get something to eat. He considered the many restaurants in the shopping complex, but thinking about it, his legs didn’t feel like going that far, so he chose to settle on something closer to the school. It was then that he remembered a coffee place pretty close to campus. The food there was pretty good; Sato and Ryouta had went there some time last year. While he fondly reminisced over the few times they had went there, he vocalized the thought, and Rokoru nodded in agreement. Apparently the place was known well amongst parts of the student base, and it was also one of the spots the Archery Club frequented for celebrations. The duo took off almost immediately, cutting through the sports field as they made their way to the restaurant they decided on.

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Sato Hashimoto // Itou Cafe

The two plopped down at a table near a window and Rokoru waved to a passing waiter. The waiter who came over to them looked like she was still in Highschool, and it probably was, since classes ended over an hour ago, which was more than enough time to get to work. She put on a bright smile as she hovered over a notepad, awaiting their decision. Sato merely glanced at Rokoru and shrugged a bit. The club president held up two fingers and simply requested “donburi” without any further explanation. The girl nodded and rushed off, and as soon as she was gone Rokoru stared at Sato for a bit.

Sato shifted uncomfortably as Rokoru shifted his stare into a glare. It was probably about that dude that had registered earlier. Bringing it up seemed like what he was being pressured into doing, but he remained quiet in case he was wrong about it and ended up pissing Rokoru off further. After a very long and intense moment, Rokoru broke his gaze and took a very deep breath before looking back at Sato with a more tired look. “Did Akira get you to take his registration forms?” The question was said in a way that implied that he already knew the answer. It struck Sato that it would probably give him a bit of peace of mind to know exactly what happened, so Sato leaned back into his seat and took a similar breath of air.

“Yeah, he came up to me with the papers already filled out. I didn’t see anything wrong with it so I took it, no question asked.” Upon hearing what he had to say, Rokoru lowered his gaze to nowhere in particular. It was obvious that he was a bit disappointed in what he learned. All the papers they had were still with them in Sato’s school bag, so he could’ve just checked, but it also was easier to just ask. “Why do you care in the first place? You don’t seem the type to discriminate.”

“Yeah, sure.” Rokoru chuckled at the last comment Sato made. “Akira’s a Grade A cunt, so I’d recommend steering clear of him. He was kicked out of the Archery Club a couple years ago because he decided to beat the shit out of a few guys. We hated each other ever since Day One, basically.”

Sato nodded. The idea was pretty easy to grasp; the dude was a dick and Rokoru hated him. There was nothing to ask, and if there was, it would probably get on Rokoru’s nerves to press the issue. There was pretty much nothing they could do about Akira getting back in unless a staff member were to intercept with reason. Instead, they sat in agreement until their food arrived to their table, and both started on the meal with abandon.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Shopping Complex

Taking a little more time to enjoy her cinnamon donut, Kotori finished hers just as Toma finished his business in the stationery shop; coming out with his purchases in the form of a few notebooks and pencils - it seemed that he was the diligent note-taking type, if he was only in need of those at the moment. As he then noted that the only thing missing were the groceries - which was true for both of them - Kotori nodded in agreement before pointing out the grocery store, not far from their current location yet again - the mall being rather practically designed in that regard.

The question that followed halfway there came as a bit of a surprise - until the Third Year added that out here in Warakuma, there was less going on than in Osaka; an understandable sentiment given the far smaller size as compared to the sprawling city. Being new in town, he most likely wouldn't know what there was to do for fun around here - something that, as Kotori noticed after a moment's thought, neither did she. "Studying of course," she answered earnestly; her tone making it seem like that was the first thing to come to mind for any student. "And I help out with the familiy flowerstore," she added whilst taking her shopping list from her bag again, thereby naming the two things which truthfully were her most common pastimes.

Picking up a basket after going over her shopping list, Kotori looked back at Toma before returning the question by asking "What about you, Tanaka-senpai?" before heading over to the vegetables; already well-accustomed to the store's layout and thus finding her way around to the things she needed in no time at all. Checking that she had everything on the list on more time before going to pay for her shopping, Kotori, school bag over the shoulder and shopping bags in either hand, stood outside the store to wait for Toma - and satisfied with herself, having both gotten her mother's errand done and even managing to help out a newcomer to town in finding his way around.

Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Shopping Mall

Kotori's answer to his question wasn't anything surprising - he studied plenty, too, so he nodded in understanding. What she added after a short pause however, was more unexpected.

"Huh, that's cool," he said approvingly, before the girl turned the question back onto him.

"Hm, I kind of split my time between work, studying, and sports," he said thoughtfully. "And I try to fill in the gaps with anything else that can keep me busy." He paused. "I guess I don't like not having anything to do."

He followed Kotori through the store, grabbing anything he knew his parents would have liked him to get. He also grabbed plenty of junk food - chips, cookies, instant noodles, soda, and the like - for himself. It was by no means exhaustive, but it'd be enough until his family was settled in.

As he paid for his food, he realized that he'd be running out of money soon. Grabbing his bags, he exited the store after Kotori.

"I'll have to start looking for a part-time job soon," he said to her, to make conversation. "This is the first time I've been without one in years." Not only would he not have money, but he'd also have to find other things to do to fill his time until he got one.

He looked around for moment, and noticed that the two had finished what they had come to do.

"Oh, I guess we're done." He looked over at Kotori and smiled at her. "Thanks for everything, Shirohane-san," he said with a small bow, before straightening himself and continuing. "I'll see you at school?"

@GM@

((I'm going to time skip to tomorrow, if you guys have any qualms, just tell me.))

The different students spent time with each other, joining clubs, making new friends and enemies, or just Han out in general. As the day ticks on by, it the hours began quickly waning, making it night time. Most of the students head home by now. Another new fresh day would eventually rise from the depths of the galaxy for the students, and persona users as the hours began ticking on by as they rested.

((New day, unless you guys have any qualms. Sorry for being a bit inactive lately, but I will update this post so it has more detail later on. After the next day begins, i'll do a time skip to friday.))

@GM@

((I'm going to time skip to tomorrow, if you guys have any qualms, just tell me.))

The different students spent time with each other, joining clubs, making new friends and enemies, or just Han out in general. As the day ticks on by, it the hours began quickly waning, making it night time. Most of the students head home by now. Another new fresh day would eventually rise from the depths of the galaxy for the students, and persona users as the hours began ticking on by as they rested.

((New day, unless you guys have any qualms. Sorry for being a bit inactive lately, but I will update this post so it has more detail later on. After the next day begins, i'll do a time skip to friday.))

@GM@

((I'm going to time skip to tomorrow, if you guys have any qualms, just tell me.))

The different students spent time with each other, joining clubs, making new friends and enemies, or just Han out in general. As the day ticks on by, it the hours began quickly waning, making it night time. Most of the students head home by now. Another new fresh day would eventually rise from the depths of the galaxy for the students, and persona users as the hours began ticking on by as they rested.

((New day, unless you guys have any qualms. Sorry for being a bit inactive lately, but I will update this post so it has more detail later on. After the next day begins, i'll do a time skip to friday.))

@GM@

((I'm going to time skip to tomorrow, if you guys have any qualms, just tell me.))

The different students spent time with each other, joining clubs, making new friends and enemies, or just Han out in general. As the day ticks on by, it the hours began quickly waning, making it night time. Most of the students head home by now. Another new fresh day would eventually rise from the depths of the galaxy for the students, and persona users as the hours began ticking on by as they rested.

((New day, unless you guys have any qualms. Sorry for being a bit inactive lately, but I will update this post so it has more detail later on. After the next day begins, i'll do a time skip to friday.))

@GM@

((I'm going to time skip to tomorrow, if you guys have any qualms, just tell me.))

The different students spent time with each other, joining clubs, making new friends and enemies, or just Han out in general. As the day ticks on by, it the hours began quickly waning, making it night time. Most of the students head home by now. Another new fresh day would eventually rise from the depths of the galaxy for the students, and persona users as the hours began ticking on by as they rested.

((New day, unless you guys have any qualms. Sorry for being a bit inactive lately, but I will update this post so it has more detail later on. After the next day begins, i'll do a time skip to friday.))