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Vincent's dorm room was very busy for at least thirty minutes while his servants arranged his furniture and unpacked all of his belongings - but once they had finished and gone, the world came crashing down in utter, deafening silence. Vincent sat alone at his desk chair, staring out across the grounds and watching his only family leave through his window, and he couldn't help but feel a bit lost. He had never been alone, before. Especially not since his parents' death. It had been nothing but servants and waiters, and the ever-present Jasper to keep him company. Now they were leaving him alone in this place.. Were they just trying to get rid of him? His eyes narrowed in pain and frustration, looking down to the neat pile of stationery left on his desk, along with a sleek, stylized pen. They were gifts from Jasper.. He probably knew that Vincent would become lonely, and so by doing this, he had made an attempt to bridge the gap. In other words, he was silently letting Vincent know that he could write anytime, and that he would be there to receive them. Vincent knew Jasper well enough to recognize a subliminal message when he saw one. So, the man would miss him, too, was that it? Hmph...
'Well,' Vincent thought quietly when the people who had come with him were gone from view.
'... At least he left me something...'
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