[Luke had been reluctant to leave his room, afraid that if he did, his ears would be gone again, replaced with those ghastly headphones he had fused to his skull all last month. He barely even acknowledged his roommates, preferring to curl up under the covers and ignore that there was a world outside of them.]
[Still, a growing teen answers the demands of his stomach, and it wasn't long before he had to shuffle out in search of food. When he opened the door out into the hall, however, he was lucky enough to be looking down, otherwise he would have trampled the little paper crane that had been left behind... not that he knew that's what it was. He let out a surprised noise as he picked it up, tugging gently at the wings; what, this was made out of paper?! How'd they do that?!]
[He glanced around, trying to spot who had left it, but the fact that he didn't see anyone and his stomach was practically yelling in protest made him give up quickly. Luke trotted down to the cafeteria, holding the little paper bird cupped in his hands like a little kid.]
Floor One: Monday
[Still, a growing teen answers the demands of his stomach, and it wasn't long before he had to shuffle out in search of food. When he opened the door out into the hall, however, he was lucky enough to be looking down, otherwise he would have trampled the little paper crane that had been left behind... not that he knew that's what it was. He let out a surprised noise as he picked it up, tugging gently at the wings; what, this was made out of paper?! How'd they do that?!]
[He glanced around, trying to spot who had left it, but the fact that he didn't see anyone and his stomach was practically yelling in protest made him give up quickly. Luke trotted down to the cafeteria, holding the little paper bird cupped in his hands like a little kid.]