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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 9:21 pm
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Midterms. Dirge didn't know what they were nor what the entailed exactly, but the atmosphere of the more elite and veteran students ranged from very lazy to sheer panic. Dirge, being the massive kitten that he was, erred on the side of not worrying about it. He'd do fine, he was sure, or at least pass.
So, not worrying about the upcoming tests, Dirge found himself chilling in a tree and yawning very loudly. The boil wasn't even tired, just a massive pile of boredom and definitely not worrying about anything. His tail twitched, ears flicking in every which way. "Ughhhhh." His groan was loud, whiny. What could he do, what could he do?
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An hour later, Dirge was in the Monster dorms with two massive sized bags of chips in tow, along with a small brigade of sodas (all carried by his faithful nimbus cloud, of course.) He knocked on a familiar door, tapping his foot as he waited for her to reply.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 9:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:51 pm
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