2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, look. Sometimes Dante still hung out here - especially when people were cranky with him for playing guitar all through their morning nap. (And maybe because this was the last week he'd be coming here at all, with grad coming up. But hush.)

He'd brought a pizza or two with him, setting them down on the coffee table in case someone else was hungry. Satisfied with his set-up, he leaned back, acoustic in hand, and gave the strings a good strum.

Did anyone really need an acoustic rendition of several of the hellektro-genre's biggest hits? Probably not. But they were getting it anyway.

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