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Homolust! MK. II
Who: Toru, Kazuya, and techncically anyone else who has access to the dorm.
What: ToruKaz!
When: Post-Misa Dungeon.
Where: Toru's Dorm.
Why: Kaz-bandages cause puzzled expressions?

The path to Toru's dorm was considerably longer than it physically should have been. At least, that's what his limbs were protesting the entire way he dragged his feet into the step after step pattern. More of his body hurt than it had initially upon coming to the school, and his mind was still dealing with all of the rushing questions and disturbing things that should not have existed. The voices, the music, the playground.. He still felt the nausea. In fact, he would not have minded spending a few moments to deposit the dry contents of his stomach into the nearest toilet of garbage bin. But he was around Toru, and it wasn't necessarily polite to do so in such company. Still, he could confide mentally in his own poor situation.

There were a lot of questions that might be arisen in privacy, and few of them he really wanted to currently answer. He would've liked if everyone could simply believe he'd toppled down a set of stairs, but there was a level of suspicion and intelligence in the group that defused such an explanation. Ah, he could at least continually persist it was merely an accident. That would get him as far as his arm wasn't twisted by any emotional or social threat. Emotions always came up in that way.

His expression betrayed a touch of self-irritation at that, his one eye narrowing as he attempted to focus on the path to the door. It wasn't too far away, was it? Toru had provided the directions, and they were in the dorm complex now.. Who had he said was in the dorm with him again? Eh. Kaz currently forgot. They probably weren't there anyway.. And suddenly, the subject of smoking became suddenly more appealing. But, Toru clearly would disapprove of him breathing carbon dioxides in his living space. But, at least they were.. finally there? Kaz noted the number on the side of the door he at last came to approach. It was the number that coincided with Toru's initial saying. A small victory! And with it, he allowed himself to collapse/lean against the side of the wall adjacent to the dorm entryway. His legs complained terribly of strain, weariness and overall stress. His back gave way to the relaxation and ease of simply relying on something else to keep Kaz on his feet.