Kunzite's day had not been what one would call "constructive". Two arguments - one which nearly came to blows - capstoned by a failed attempt at raising another's spirits. The swordsman watched annoyedly as his roommate shuffled out of their room, still depressed over whatever the Institute had done to him. At the very least, the 'History Club' had an assignment for him, and if all went well, he might have the chance to face some youma before the dawn.
Gathering up his usual supplies - lantern, bat, and map - Kunzite stepped into the large hallway outside his doors. The route was familiar enough; south to a larger area, then east, and south again...
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Kunzite's day had not been what one would call "constructive". Two arguments - one which nearly came to blows - capstoned by a failed attempt at raising another's spirits. The swordsman watched annoyedly as his roommate shuffled out of their room, still depressed over whatever the Institute had done to him. At the very least, the 'History Club' had an assignment for him, and if all went well, he might have the chance to face some youma before the dawn.
Gathering up his usual supplies - lantern, bat, and map - Kunzite stepped into the large hallway outside his doors. The route was familiar enough; south to a larger area, then east, and south again...