Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

It'd been a couple of days since they'd last heard from Kathy, and Dante was restless. Worried, even. He was trying to give her some time and space to work through last week, but it was... turning out to be a lot of time.

And so, in the vaunted spirit of finding distractions elsewhere, he'd picked up some pizzas and headed down to the dorms. At least there wouldn't be shit to worry about at the dorms.

Now, there were a bunch of pizzas laying around, Dante's feet up on the table, and a drink the narrative would charitably call soda in his hand.

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