"What have we here...?"
☯☯☯Rang ௫ Overflowing Soul☯☯☯
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ΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞChapters unfold...ΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞΞ
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㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏...Then they close.㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨
Covered in a trench coat, a boy made his way into the cafeteria, an inspector-like hat shaded his face as aviator's blocked most of his face. The student carefully made his way towards the quick types of food. You know the ones you just grab and go? Apples, bananas, foods in general, bagels and donuts. Grabbing enough to place into a styrofoam container, he soon passed the areas where the food was being cooked by the lunch ladies and....Frank...not to mention those damned ninjas...
This was all of his fault to be sure. His cabinet was full of breakfast treats a few days and it was gone the same day thanks to his viewing of a 3 day marathon of Gintama. Now reinforcemen-...er....his groceries weren't going to be replenished until two weeks from now. It was starve during breakfast or become the cafeteria enigma of breakfast...The latter was currently in progress. At the end of the line, Rang was relieved the lady at the register was not from the first day. After taking care of that, Rang nodded his head in approval before slipping the foods inside his trench to begin his trek to History. He'd eventually remove it but until...like.....not now....yeah...that one....
Sliding into History, Rang spotted Christiana conversing with a random student. It was still nice and new to see her being social but in the mean time he slipped into a seat where he placed the foods on the desk. Every so often he'd lean his body forward and eat one of the foods, not bothering to move his hands or remove the coat. Safe than sorry.
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"...Is this some kind of sign for something?"