It didn't bother him to sit alone. Far from it. He was quite used to spending time with just him and his headphones and the j-pop top 100. But lately that tiny world just wasn't enough. And after the Game, he couldn't just go back to the way things were, no matter how tempting it might be to crawl back and hide.
"They're not from the music room, they're mine," he said flatly, glancing up from his French toast. The girl who'd intruded into his personal space bubble (it wasn't his fault it extended a good five to ten feet in all directions) looked to be about the same age, with miles of blond hair topped with a ridiculously large bow. What about that bow? I didn't think it was Christmas already, he stopped himself from adding, though only by a fraction of a second. She wasn't being overtly annoying, just curious. And it wasn't like it was her fault he was in what felt like a constantly bad mood.
"From home. They haven't said anything about 'em, so I don't think they're gonna take them away any time soon," he shrugged.
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"They're not from the music room, they're mine," he said flatly, glancing up from his French toast. The girl who'd intruded into his personal space bubble (it wasn't his fault it extended a good five to ten feet in all directions) looked to be about the same age, with miles of blond hair topped with a ridiculously large bow. What about that bow? I didn't think it was Christmas already, he stopped himself from adding, though only by a fraction of a second. She wasn't being overtly annoying, just curious. And it wasn't like it was her fault he was in what felt like a constantly bad mood.
"From home. They haven't said anything about 'em, so I don't think they're gonna take them away any time soon," he shrugged.