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It felt like an eternity waiting for everyone. After Ange’s announcement to the group that her school was apparently ‘haunted’ by something odd in the ceiling of the building, the two went home and of course Battler scolded her for not telling him sooner. The description of the ghost was not a typhical sounds such as drafts or construction near by, but rather that there was actually someone in the ceiling.

He couldn’t get too mad at her though. Kids were kids, and she held a belief in the super natural. She was at the age where those things were cool, trying to discover ghosts and see if someone has magical power. The meta club certainly fueled that. He also knew Ange had a logical side, and that side of her probably made her think it was in her pretend world, until suddenly everyone else started to talk about it.

He already gave a call to the school ahead of time to tell them he was walking Ange home. He was bringing friends, and they would allow his friends and Ange to bring a little toy/visitor to the spooked younger kids. Mokona, Miku, Chiho, and Ange would do well in their part, while he, Yuui and Kurogane would take on the attic. If Battler were to hazard a guess, it was most likely a storage attic and it might explain why the mysterious voice up there was cursing and grunting; if it’s dark up there, well it would be easy to constantly bump into things.

As for getting a key up there... he would have to work on it.

It was nearing home time. This was the kids’ last class of the day now, and this would be the best time to listen for that man upstairs, and help out the small ones without majorly interupting their day. A nice little ‘hometime present’ so to say.

He glanced up as one by one everyone started to show up.

@wordlessvoice

“Huuuu.”

There he went again, falling asleep trying to study. The last time he had been like this was last year, and now history seemed to repeat itself. At least it was here in the meta club room where the only people that usually came in and out were their closest friends. It was the safest place to fall asleep other than at home.

She abandoned her own homework on the floor and poked her brother’s cheek. “Onii-chan... come on. Wake up Onii-chan.” 

She puffed out her cheeks as the man refused to budge. She reached up to pull at his ear, but paused when she heard the door open. Instead she turned aroun and looked up at the stranger. She seemed very young, younger than her brother at least. For a moment Ange wondered if a middle school kid got lost in this place.

@wordlessvoice

It had been a stressful week, and on more than one occasion Roxas had found himself rushing from his dorm room and either to the library or to one of the music rooms that he knew were going to be empty.

So it was a nice change of pace when he finally had time to himself to just relax. To not worry about meeting some deadline or even reading about some dead guy who made history. 

It was just nice to not have to worry about anything, and that's how he found himself where he was, bent over the large piano in the room fiddling with the keys but attention focused on the sheet music resting in front of him.