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In my seemingly trance-like state, an ominous situation caught my eye. A girl with black pigtails yelling at some guy with flowing violet hair and yellow eyes. From the looks of it, the girl seemed really disgusted, while the guy was mildly annoyed. There were other students looking at this as well, and for good reason. It’s not often things get heated on orientation day. A variety of emotions crossed my mind: stunned, annoyed, and sympathetic for this dude, but before I could do anything, they both turned their separate ways. I was a bit disappointed in myself, yeah, I wished I could have done something to stop it, but oh well. At least I avoided a potentially troublesome scenario. Convincing myself that there’s no use crying over spilled milk, I slipped the guitar back into its case, threw away the empty coffee cup, and decided to check out the dorms.
As soon as arrived at the sign-up lines, I was relieved to notice that the line wasn’t too long, as it was still early. I chose Relic Hall for the fact that it sounded more interesting and had a nostalgic aura about it. I asked the guide to give me a random roommate because, after all, what fun is playing it safe right? I had already missed a chance earlier in the student lounge, but that’s all said and done now. I left my luggage, save for my guitar and a single Pokéball. I stepped out of the lounge and into the courtyard of the campus, and let ol’ Gibson out to stretch his wings. After flying about for a moment, our eyes met. I gave Gibson a warm smile, and he returned the gesture by happily landing upon my shoulder. “Alright bud, let’s cause some trouble” I said with a chuckle. He rubbed his head against my shoulder in response. I read in the pamphlet earlier that the garden is a particularly tranquil section of the school, so I decided to check it out.
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