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6:00 PM, Yesterday

	Gankona took his sweet time reading Kaz's newly bought manga, flipping through the pages as he tried to follow the progression of a story that had already been laid out in many previous, unread installments. It seemed like the comic followed the exploits of a boy with an unnaturally strong emitter quirk, fighting against a corrupt organization; what a tale. Oh well, in the off-time the L.O.S.E.R class was granted, Gankona deemed this reading to be worth at least some of his time.

	Slowly, the class started to filter out of the kitche-teria. Yuri made his pizzas and distributed them, the Goat-boy being a little disappointed his wasn't fried, and then started his way out to tend to his bruises and cuts. The others followed suit, trickling out to go tend to some business of their's, be it physical or mental. Gank was finally left alone when Karada departed, the fellow smoker wishing the goat-boy a goodnight and a thanks for the brief chat they had about their respective battles. Gank returned the gesture, putting his long-legs up onto the table and returning to his book shortly after the blondie's departure. 'Goodnight? I know I'm a slow-reader, but is it really that late?', the true ram pondered, quickly looking up at the electric clock positioned above the dining room's entrance.

8:45 PM

	Gankona, a little awed by the time it took him to read a 280 page comic book, left the manga on the plastic grey table and started his way back into the kitchen. Picking up the remnants of some snack-bars left by the absent-minded Kaz, the true ram started his way to his assigned dorm-room, pleasantly trotting out of the mess he helpfully created. He didn't even bother to close the doors.

9:00 PM

	With some navigation help by the campus janitor, Gankona found himself in the school basement/dormitory. It was a modest section of the school, decorated just like the rest yet just a bit smaller. There were about a dozen or so rooms in total, each a private space able to comfortably accommodate a single student with it's maroon decor, single bed and toiletries. Gankona was assigned to the room farthest down the hall, nuzzled into the back of this shared living-space. Many of the other students had already made themselves comfortable in their respective rooms, so Gankona passed down the quiet hallway to his own living quarters.

	Gankona never did remember the last time he ever had a room to himself; perhaps he never had. Tossing his empty candy-wrappers into the room's trashcan, Gank plopped himself down onto the relatively expansive covers of his private bed. It felt much better than a shelter cot; that was something he was deeply grateful for. The fatigue that had been kept at bay by Gankona's appetite started to wash over the goat-boy in the silence of his bedroom. The true-ram laid on top of his bed's covers, not intending to tuck himself in in order to fall into a deep sleep...

5:00 AM, Today.

	A dull pain brought Gankona out of his nearly comatose state, his dancing wits and morning headache drawing the goat-boy's feet off his bed and onto the cold wooden floor. "Shit, what time is it?", the true ram murmured to himself as he awakened, looking around his room and into the pale-blue light that lightly shined through it's window. The crimson numbers of the alarm clock caught Gank's attention first; 5:00 AM, they stoically read. The thought and presence of time pulled the goat-boy farther into reality. 'Heh, so the boss let me sleep in a hour. So nice of him.', Gankona thought to himself, memories of 4 AM at the homeless shelter flashing through his mind. Stretching his long, furry arms upwards, the goat-boy took another glance at the night-stand beside his bed, that of which held the undisturbed alarm clock. A grayish black bundle of clothes and a medical kit laid silently beside the electronic, neglectfully unaddressed by the goat-boy the night before in favor of a quick sleep.

	Glancing down at his torso, Gankona was reminded of the need for a medical kit. His bruises had never been taken care of, nor had his hygiene. Touching the top of his forehead, the goat-boy could feel a trail of thick scabs starting to form under the crest of his unruly hair. His fur was exceedingly matted, with clumps of midnight black hairs practically covering his body. His tail, too, was afflicted; the fluffy black end of the appendage becoming increasingly clumpy and droopy. He hadn't been in such a damaging battle for such a long time, his ability to go and cause trouble having been denied by police custody. He had to get back into the swing of things. But, for now, he'd be damned if he didn't take some extra time to freshen up. It would be good to clean up the giant bug-bite on his back before it got infected, anyways... 'Wait, a bug-bite?' Straining his neck over his shoulder, the true ram spotted a giant red blob starting to form on his uncovered back. He never remembered getting a bug-bite at all yesterday, most definitely not during his battle with Lorken. Perhaps it was just an allergic reaction to something in the dirty fryer oil; the goat-boy wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. Oh well, it was just another bump to add to the vast collection across his body. Gank's headache started to fade as he entered his bathroom.

5:45 AM

	After taking a shower, painstakingly brushing his mass of fur, shaving, putting some ointment on his bite, then bandaging all of his wounds (there were many), Gankona came out of his newly messied bathroom and back into his still silent bedroom. Coming over to his bedside table, the goat-boy looked down onto the assigned uniform he was to wear. The sharp student's outfit was a sudden point of controversy for the true ram, his tradition of shirtless wardrobes coming to a halt in front of this mandatory school uniform. To Gankona, shirts resembled the most personal types of restraints; It was a piece of cloth that stuck to his skin, restraining his arms and stopping his chest from breathing as deep as it wanted. Shirts were like dog collars to the true ram. He considered tossing it for a split second, and saying that he had never received the clothing article at all. That might've worked on some dumb civilians, but never on the calculating Lorken. If he said that, the boss would either take it as an idiotic insult or some joke. The goat-boy might as well wear the full uniform; it's better to play docile than to become domesticated. The true ram was going to be living under Lorken's roof and rules, after all.

	Besides, once he got the uniform on, he could go over to Karada's room for a smoke. The student-body was supposed to be ready only by 7:00 AM, so the goat-boy had a hour. The blondie would probably be up by 6:00, anyways.

6:00 AM, Sharp

	A piercing shout rang through the halls, the authority of Lorken stirring the rest of the sleeping children awake and into exasperated position. Gankona especially was suprised by the yell, his alarm-clock not even having a chance to signal to the goat-boy the coming of 6:00 AM before the boss did so himself. The goat-boy sighed and regained his composure, returning to his activity of dressing himself in school uniform. Buttoning the top of his coat and slipping on his provided dress shoes, the true-ram opened his door and waltzed out into the hall to meet Lorken.

"Morning, Chief. Guess we're both early birds.", the goat-boy greeted his teacher, strolling along the long hall to meet him. He scratched his back lightly; this bug-bite was gonna be a pain all day.
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