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Marcel took a deep breath as he sat in his car, chilling in the student parking lot for a bit. He had so many bags, he probably should have brought a dolly or something of the like. But, he didn't, and he only had himself to blame. Well, he had about 20 minutes to get his stuff to his dorm and get to...wherever it was he was to go. s**t, Marcel was told last night, but he had forgotten. He could look through his phone inbox later. Right now, he needed to get a move on. Maybe he could just bring in the vital stuff now, and the rest later...like after practice...oh, that sounded like a horrible idea. But, it would look bad if he was late. So, he finally got out, and grabbed a few things, like the bags with his music/drill, electronics, instruments, and other misc things (like sunscreen, DCT, hat, et cetera).
When he did get to his dorm, number 10, he immediately dropped the bags onto the bed he wanted. It appeared that whoever his roommate was, if he had one, hadn't arrived yet. Probably running late, or coming home from vacation. Looking at his watch, Marcel's eyes widened, and he quickly changed into a pair of shorts, a white v-neck with a low neckline, black socks, and athletic shoes, applied sunscreen and DCT, put on his hat, grabbed the drill, and headed off to the tree of life. Though, Marcel was only doing a jog. He wasn't going to get worked up over something like this.
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