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Oneirataxia; the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Miharu Rokujo,

Parkour & the Astronomy club.

Boy’s dorm N-1

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Now I remember why I left.”

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zerosentouki:

oneirataxiatic:

Thanks. Natsuo is pretty sweet too. Studying together would probably be more productive than studying by yourself.. and, yes, I have started.

[ He watches as the.. cat.. person steeples their fingers and a small frown grows. What..? ]

Oh, well, you’re ahead of me… I ought to pick it up but it seems really boring, don’t you think?

It’s way more fun to play around on campus and eat sweets… I’ll read it eventually.

Not really, reading is fun for me. It’s a.. nice way to escape things.

[ A tilt of the raven’s head. ] Is playing and eating sweets all you do? Sounds like you live the life some can only dream of living.

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zerosentouki:

Miharu, huh? That’s a cute name. And now that you mention it, I have seen you in class before… Maybe we can study together sometime. Have you started the book yet?

[He steeples his fingers in front of his chin and grins.]

Thanks. Natsuo is pretty sweet too. Studying together would probably be more productive than studying by yourself.. and, yes, I have started.

[ He watches as the.. cat.. person steeples their fingers and a small frown grows. What..? ]

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zerosentouki:

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I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, but I think I’ve seen you around…

I’m Natsuo Sagan.

I’ve seen you too, Natsuo. We both have AP English. My name’s Miharu, it’s nice to meet you.

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[ I have two opens (1, 2) so all of you guys can hop on that, if you’d like. ]

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we intertwined | event open

When Miharu had first woken up that morning and found the red string tied to his finger, he’d registered it as an odd prank and fallen back to sleep, deciding that it would probably untie as he slept. Who would tie a red string to some random person’s pinkie? A very bored person, that’s who.

Upon feeling some tugs, he opened his eyes again with a frown. The string was still there with it’s perfectly tied bow and all, the same as it was earlier. Probably the source of the tugs, he thought as he moved from his bed and about the room in search of something sharp enough to cut a string. Coming across a pair of scissors, he snipped at it as he would anything else. Nothing, not a thread out of place.

"Huh."

Stumped, he decided to try something else. Maybe finding where the other end of this string was. First order of business, preparation. That was easy, even with the string.

Dressing and undressing, however..

What a frustrating prank!

Finally ready for a journey around the school, he follows. Out the door and down the hall. The teen was too absorbed in finding the other end and ended up accidentally bumping into someone. “Oops, sorry.”