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TakTheTaco
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Ayden grinned at her her smile and laugh; they resonated joy, in a sense. He watched her go to grab a few things before answering her question, "Uh... Not... Really." He sheepishly chuckled as he walked past her and into his room, where he dressed himself in a pair of blue jeans and black sneakers. He spoke a little louder to make sure he was heard, "Say... Do we even have time to get some breakfast?"
Making his way back to where she was, he saw her wrapping up her preparation for the day. He didn't know why, but there was something about that he felt would save his life. Preparation. He was never really good at it.
He glanced at the clock, finding that time was definitely not waiting for them, and he'd hate to be late. Quickly, he walked to his room, rummaged around, and came back with a hair band, which he used to pull his hair back into a ponytail. There. Preparation (as he called it).
"When exactly does class start?" He inquired, his eyes falling upon her form once again. Eagerness shined brightly in his hazel optics.
Making his way back to where she was, he saw her wrapping up her preparation for the day. He didn't know why, but there was something about that he felt would save his life. Preparation. He was never really good at it.
He glanced at the clock, finding that time was definitely not waiting for them, and he'd hate to be late. Quickly, he walked to his room, rummaged around, and came back with a hair band, which he used to pull his hair back into a ponytail. There. Preparation (as he called it).
"When exactly does class start?" He inquired, his eyes falling upon her form once again. Eagerness shined brightly in his hazel optics.