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[Slouched in a chair with his feet kicked up on a table, Zephyr lounges in the cafeteria. There's a duffle bag thrown on the table next to his feet, and in his hands, it looks like there are two pieces of paper: one being his schedule and the other his acceptance letter.
He sighs as he tips his head against the back of the chair.]
What a drag...
He sighs as he tips his head against the back of the chair.]
What a drag...