3 - those who live in dorms may subtract 1 = 2 (2-5 inconvenient damage)
Just why?
It as all the man could think as he stared into the room, his home. The place had been rummaged through, his books all over the place, art tools scattered across the floor. Hell something had even bitten into an eraser and then left it right in the middle of his broken bed. Fantastic. Just freaking fantastic. How was he suppose to sleep on that mess?
Cain sighed heavily, a hand running down his face and scratching against stubble. It didn't matter though did it? Not really. Not when there were bigger things to deal with. Things like all the damage to the island. The cafeteria was basically gone and the infirmary was messed up as well. These two places were important to him, which was why he was concerned at all. Had it been anything that he didn't need well, screw it, he didn't have time for that.
The first plan of action was to get his room cleaned up, books and supplies were tucked neatly back on shelves. It was then that the shelves were noted to be a little wobbly. Great. When Cain finally brought himself to look at the bed again he gave up. There was nothing outside of breaking it the rest of the way down and throwing it away that he could do. So he did, which turned out to be a several hour project.
While working on said project he unfortunately started to think, think back to what had happened. Where he had come back from. About Nellie and the things he had said to her, about the memories from another life he now had. Something pulled at him and he frowned. He looked over a notebook near him, deciding then to make a journal of his memories.
At least something was still the same, his weapon was still annoying and present. "Shut up.." Cain sighed, pulling out his phone, even if they weren't. Even if. They still had spurred something into motion, a forward motion in the mans life. On the phone Nellies name was picked up and a text was started. One that had his hands shaking slightly as it was crafted, sweaty even in nervousness.
< Nellie: ....Can I stay in your room, my beds broken...and I'd also like to talk to you about something important. Something I should have asked awhile back. -Cain>
Yeah, it was about time he did this, she had waited long enough.
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