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Thoughts: When will I get used to that?
With: No one, probably soon to be Allyson
Where: Hallway, on way to Dorm Four
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Dante nodded as she said her type. Faerie. They...were supposed to have wings, right? He glanced over, seeing as there were none, and decided that they must be under her cloths or maybe they can be retracted. He didn't know much about mythical beings. All he knew was the obscure things about them. He didn't even know everything about Sirens. He wondered if he should study up on them, thinking it might be polite. Or maybe it wouldn't be? He didn't know. But he was curious about the one who would be sleeping in the same room with him.
He looked up from putting the bladder removing device when she asked about it. He was about to answer, that it relieved his bladder, when she told him not to answer. He was confused by this. Why would she ask something, then tell him to ignore the question? He decided he would do just that. She told him not to bother with the question, so he didn't. He was about to ask for permission to move to the bathroom, but realized that it would go against what the man who gave him the letter said. He did not need to ask permission for anything. So he simply stated what he was going to do.
I'm leaving for the bathroom. I will return in a few minutes. He said, moving out the door and turning right to head towards the bathroom. Of course, he could have just used it there, but he was used to being alone when he did this. It seemed a little more natural.
As he arrived, he took off his shirt. There was a small hole that was rimmed with metal near his belly button. He inserted the tube into it, feeling it become magnetized to the metal, creating an hair tight seal. He hit a button, feeling a light tug in his gut. He felt his bladder slowly decreasing, relieving himself with the machine. He sighed a little. This was something that took a lot more time than 3 years to get used to. He took it out of his "Relieving Hole," as he liked to call it, and started cleaning it with some toilet paper. If he didn't do this, than it was very likely that it could become infected. He threw the paper away, put his shirt back on, and headed back towards Dorm Four.