Heath was in awe of the events that followed the morning bell. He had assumed the day would continue to follow in the same recursion it usually did: School, Work, Bed. He stood up to applause the two musicians and slumped back in his seat, replying to Haru's text message.
"omg, a rock star and an asian just stood up and played chrono trigger. are all asians like this? what's going on your side --"
Then a mangled haired midget burst in the room.
"now a girl came in the room and is telling us to gamble"
"HEY, TEXTING'S BAD, KID. TRY DEVELOPING A HEALTHIER HABIT"
A mahjong stick flew at Heath's face.
Last edited by mamoru; 07-04-2010 at 10:14 PM.