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001 [action| general area outside infirmary]
[After arriving the way he did, it was hard believing he was in anything but a perfect shape. It had taken him a good hour before he convinced Doctor Kado--whatever there was nothing wrong with him. That was, of course, after a forceful, general medical examination.
Once out, Kanda looked down at the paperwork in his hands with disinterest and something akin to annoyance. He wasn't the type to enjoy reading over things that weren't necessary, like what classes he needed to take and curfew. What the hell? To top that off, he was supposed to wear a fugly excuse for a uniform.
He was not about to blend in this place. He refused, to this point, believe that he was going to stay here for a long period of time.
Kanda made way to his dormitory with thoughts of what happened last back there, in his mind.
That's of course, until he encountered a not-so-automatic door. Fuck this stupid place and its stupid technology.]
Once out, Kanda looked down at the paperwork in his hands with disinterest and something akin to annoyance. He wasn't the type to enjoy reading over things that weren't necessary, like what classes he needed to take and curfew. What the hell? To top that off, he was supposed to wear a fugly excuse for a uniform.
He was not about to blend in this place. He refused, to this point, believe that he was going to stay here for a long period of time.
Kanda made way to his dormitory with thoughts of what happened last back there, in his mind.
That's of course, until he encountered a not-so-automatic door. Fuck this stupid place and its stupid technology.]
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Yeah.
[He waits there for the other man to leave, or to take his own, but he's just staring. Were his teeth--]
The hell you want?
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[He should be smart and just go on his merry- or not- way. This man gave him the creeps. There was definitely something off about him and it wasn't just because of his peculiar teeth.]
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Whatever. [He opens the door and walks away. He knew a killer when he saw one and the man reeked of bloodthirst. Whatever his line of work was, he didn't really care, it was best for him not to get involved. He hopes he leaves him be.]
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Goodbye, Mr. Grumpy Boots~!