Omega Type
Head Chef
(I have no idea what time of day it is in-school so point it out if it's meant to be like the middle of the night)
"Nice shirt, retard!"
Kevin was wondering when that was going to come up, even in his last days of his old school, his shirt was probably more iconic than he was.
Without lifting his eyes of the floor, he shouldered past the student, knocking the blunt from their finger tips, and strode into the building.
A few glances, but no second looks turned his way as he made his way through the corridors from memory of the map he was shown earlier. His dorm should be somewhere on the left… there it was, he pulled out the key he was given with the map and unlocked the door, slipped inside, and locked it behind him.
"Nice shirt, retard!"
Kevin was wondering when that was going to come up, even in his last days of his old school, his shirt was probably more iconic than he was.
Without lifting his eyes of the floor, he shouldered past the student, knocking the blunt from their finger tips, and strode into the building.
A few glances, but no second looks turned his way as he made his way through the corridors from memory of the map he was shown earlier. His dorm should be somewhere on the left… there it was, he pulled out the key he was given with the map and unlocked the door, slipped inside, and locked it behind him.
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