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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:36 PM by rose123
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Max was conked out on his bed, awaking to his alarm. He got up and did his hair, taking it from all over the place to his usual style. His eyes were tired, so was his face--but he made through anyways. The man ate a simple bagle and continued onto his class, settling in early with a RedBull in hand. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:37 PM by rose123
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Max didn't really notice her, more busy sketching out designs for houses then looking around. Only when the professor called out to the class did he look up, still tired. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:37 PM by rose123
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He barely took notes, only one or two. When they were ordered back into their groups to discuss plans and plans only, he said maybe a few words. When class ended, he started packing up his things, heading for the door. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:37 PM by rose123
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Max continued on, passing that one girl from his class. What was her name again? Kylie, that's right. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:38 PM by rose123
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Max rushed to her side, straightening out her things as he handed them back to her before helping her up. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, tone soft. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
