[That froghead didn't stalk people in their room. So here Ken was. The lock clicked as the blonde teen turned the key. With an irritated grunt he pushed the door open, pushing it so hard that it smacked against the wall with a loud sound. He strolled into the room - went straight to the window and ripped it open. Because of that frogheadbastard he
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Inwardly saying his goodbyes to the homework that lay unfinished on his desk, Chikusa dragged his feet the few metres to his own door, and then to Ken's. He rapped thrice, loudly. Usually, he'd put this bout of anger down to the wrong food at the cafeteria or something equally as trivial, but it was the fact that Ken had been acting strange earlier too (he rarely had the attention span to feel one emotion for such an amount of time) that had Chikusa regretting his knocks.]
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Of course he didn't hear anything. He just continued scuffling and kicking down there on the floor while occasionally he made grunting noises.]
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He knocked again, only this time he banged with all of his might. He didn't give Ken a chance to react though, and just pushed the door open. It banged on the wall harshly, but Chikusa was too annoyed to feel hypocritical.]
Ken. What the fuck are you doing.
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So Ken just hid under the blanket he just had been strangling. Hoping it would just look like he'd carelessly thrown it from his bed.
He wasn't in the mood to get lectured. He was in the mood to be alone and simply wreck his room.]
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