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     Throwing away the clear thin wrapper in the bin he continued to walk and stare at his arm. He picked up a new pack before going to class because he had run out a few days ago. Putting them at the base of his red flannel sleeve began to roll up he sleeve so it would sit just above his elbow. It perfectly hid and kept one of his comforts close. 

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If there was something Saeran did best to keep his interest in check was doing new stuff once a week. Right now the male was struggling between two choices that for the most part would only last for a short while.  He could always go for photography or fortune telling. At the moment he had a book on both and was just skimming through the pages. They both had their perks be he could not decided which one he liked best. 

He let out an annoyed hum as he leaned back on the chair he was sitting. He was surprised that it was so calm in the library today. Normally he would have see more people but it seemed to be quite slow. It was starting to get difficult to go back to his little situation since he was distracted now, taking note of everything or mostly around him. His hand still flipped pages, and his eyes were else were. If he were to do photography he had already find he perfect places to take pictures at. 

Which reminded him, maybe he could read elsewhere. He picked up the two books and took them over to the counter to check them out. He gently set the book onto the table and nodded at the librarian. 

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Despite TK wanting to keep the door to his dorm open, the chance to see everyone passing by and possibly engage in some surprise conversation, he had found himself unable to do so. There was a short period, maybe a week or so when he had kept the door open to meet everyone around him, but Patamon had enjoyed running out of the room to greet each and every individual.

Now he hated the fact that he didn’t get to know anyone this way; here he sat, on the floor outside of his room. His room key was probably on his desk, precariously thrown there yesterday when he had returned home. He stared down and hard at his phone as Patamon laid on the ground in boredom until his head piqued up and he barked.