Fandom High Dormitories

Liir was mostly here because he had to had to think and it was one of the only nearby places he could think without much to distract him. If he was in his bunk, he'd grab a book. If he was at the gym, he'd start doing his stances. There were a few other places and they all had a few other things that kept him from going there and so he was around the campfire space, tossing a couple of chocolate chips into his mouth ever few minutes as he considered life, the universe, and everything.*

And if he kept giggling a little like a four year old every few minutes, well, what of it?

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There are far stranger sights than a young man, reading in the common room, with a small fluffy bunny on his chest nibbling at a carrot.

When you take into account that the young man in question is the ever-shy Liir, that he's reading a text on channeling magic, and that the small fluffy bunny on his chest is his boyfriend...

Still stranger sights, of course, but only in Fandom.

That said, despite the fact that he was rather distressed (well, as distressed as one can be when one is presented with an adorable fluffy bunny to cuddle and care for) at Andrew's transformation, there are cookies out on the tables and from the smell in the air, he'd made them earlier this morning so they're still fresh and warm.

Stained glass, hazelnut with dark chocolate, and a new one he'd found: orange cranberry drops.

[open as common rooms are and with cookies as well as a fluffy bunny modded with permission]

One stance. Two stance. Three stance. Four stance.

Fall.

He was in the gym, long warmed up and stretched and now busy practicing everything Ino had taught him almost like the possessed.

Because he was angry.

He was angry with himself for not being able to stop his madness, angry that he would have to upset Karal to tell him what he'd seen, angry with what he'd seen, angry with the rest of the fever dreams because they all seemed to damnably horrible, and angry with the Witch for not being there for him to question. She might have mocked him for his insanity as she mocked him for everyone else, but even that would have been comforting.

He didn't go near the bag. It just wasn't a good idea.

So he switched between stances, threw himself at the floor over and over in various falls, and even practiced his sword drills a little in an effort to drown out the rage inside his own head.

[ooc: waiting for Ino, obviously, but also open for all your spazzing ozian and atheltic needs]