Ugh. Am a moron. Didn't sign up for the summer in time. Grrr.

Oh, well. I'll jump back in the game as soon as they have another registration.

How long did he have?

Kyo itched at the cast on his arm moodily. This semester would be ending soon, and summer would begin. He had realized he didn't want to go home.

What was he going to do?

[OOC: Door is open any time, any night, especially for the roommate.]

Kyo had refused offers of help in taking his bags back to his room. He regretted that now as he slogged up the stairs and avoided the numerous children running around the halls.

Carrying luggage with cracked ribs, a broken arm, and a gash in his leg (stitched shut and bandaged, courtesy of Hatori) was not an experience he would wish on his worst enemy -- even that damn Rat, Yuki.

He climbed the four stories and opened the door with his newly regained key. Then he pushed it open, and dragged his aching body inside.

He flung himself back on the bed and closed his eyes. It was good to be home.

[OOC: Open to the roommate, if he so desires -- and anyone else for that matter. C'mon ya'll, let's welcome Kyo home!]

Kyo shut his last suitcase. In the event that Akito decided he couldn't come back -- which was all too likely -- he had packed everything. His side of the room was bare.

He drew in a deep breath, and was surprised to feel wetness strike his eyes. He hadn't spent that much time here really, but it had been fun all the same. Peter had been a blessing in many ways.

He scrubbed at his eyes with one hand, and left a note on Peter's bed, explaining that he had to leave and that if Peter would just call the number he had written, he would be able to give him the gist of what happened.

Kyo sincerely doubted that his -- former -- roommate would call.

Thinking of something, he picked up the phone and called Marie. Feeling at least somewhat better, he took one final look around the room.

Then he left, knowing that he might never see it again.

OOC: This is to cover my choir's Spring Trip this weekend. Kyo will be back by Monday, no worries! He's gone now, but the post is open to the reactions of other players.

Kyo popped open the window and flopped down on his bed. Put simply, he was lonely. It had been nice at first to have the room to himself, but he found he missed Peter’s presence.

Naturally, it was just as he got comfortable when the phone rang.

(  Grumbling, he lumbered to his feet and picked it up. )

Kyo cleared his throat once. Twice. Then he spoke. “I’ll be there by Thursday, Akito.”

[OOC: Post is open. Like it makes a difference. Anyone want to RP?]

The clothes strewn on Kyo’s bed were explainable by the fact that there was an orange cat curled up just underneath the pillow. The boy was in bad enough shape that he had transformed.

[OOC: He can still talk, so come right in!]

Kyo decided that it was a good thing that it was Spring Break.

He felt ill; and he didn't like feeling ill. There was always the chance that he would transform, and that wouldn't do at all.

He slid under the covers of his warm bed. It was at times like these that he really missed Tohru.

[OOC: The door's open, yaaaay!]

People are probably wondering what I'm doing with the layout. Well, I've been searching for a proper layout that would allow me to display RP convos appropriately. The other layout was pretty, but it swallowed comments that went past a certain number, and you couldn't see them.

Personally, I don't think that's cool. Therefore, I changed the layout so that you can actually see what's going on.

*gets off of soapbox*

Kyo didn't know where Peter was, but he did know that he wanted to talk to him. He was feeling an almost pyschotic need to apologize for his outburst that one morning.

((OOC: open to the roomie if he so desires.))

The night following his argument with Peter, Kyo snuck out of the dorm room, remembering for a wonder to pocket the key. It would not do to have to force open the window.

As he wandered the grounds, he wondered again why he couldn’t seem to get the hang of talking to people. He’d just gone and bitten Peter’s head off for no reason; why?

I’m always stuck with the nice ones, he grumbled to himself.

(  He didn’t realize he was looking for a payphone until he saw it. )

But he was too restless to go back to bed....

((OOC: Open to all. Edit: added proper subject line and fixed timing information.))