[That moment when you're already losing your shit because the place is a pig sty and your professor strolls in shirtless.
There are lines of scars leading everywhere, and no matter how much Kid's mind tries to impose a sort of orderliness to the chaotic jumble the snarl of nonsensical lines continues to mock him.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO--
At some point, the credenza in the hall is legitimately thrown at him. His backpack follows it. Kid please violence is never the answer.]
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There are lines of scars leading everywhere, and no matter how much Kid's mind tries to impose a sort of orderliness to the chaotic jumble the snarl of nonsensical lines continues to mock him.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO--
At some point, the credenza in the hall is legitimately thrown at him. His backpack follows it. Kid please violence is never the answer.]