one.

[busies.livejournal.com]

[Ken's little tired from his nightmare from last night. Logically, spending a night in a strange room in a strange place would do that to him...probably. However, that's not what he's really bothered by it much, he's just dragging his feet a little more on his way to class.]

I thought I was done with school.

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[busies.livejournal.com]

I usually spend some of the weekend getting ahead...

[gunite.livejournal.com]

You can take it slow, y'know. You're young, got plenty of time.

[busies.livejournal.com]

There's nothing great about being young.

[gunite.livejournal.com]

Sure there is! You gotta enjoy adolescence while it lasts.

[busies.livejournal.com]

That's what they all say.

[gunite.livejournal.com]

It's the social norm.

All I can say as a fellow cadet is, "relax."

[busies.livejournal.com]

I guess... thanks.

[gunite.livejournal.com]

You can thank me when it works.

[busies.livejournal.com]

... then you'd probably never be thanked.

[gunite.livejournal.com]

. . . All right! Here's the plan. I'm gonna be shootin' for that thanks. In the meantime, all I ask is that you try to get into it, too, without forcing yourself. Sound fair?

[busies.livejournal.com]

Sounds fair... I guess. Who are you anyway?

[gunite.livejournal.com]

Great. The name's Irvine. You?

[busies.livejournal.com]

Ken Amada.

[gunite.livejournal.com]

Okay, Ken. Let me know if you ever need anything, especially on cadet-related matters.

[busies.livejournal.com]

I will, Irvine.