mortevatem:

   _{Me? “No, thanks.“ He quickly wanted to scurry back to his dorm. His canaries were waiting on their dinner, after all.}

          _{…Isn’t that the guy who ran into that girl, anyway?}

 _{…Isn’t that the formal-jogger again? He looked anxious to run off again. Sitting up from the dorm couches, Vaan held out a controller to him, regardless.}

_{“C’mon! One game never hurt anyone.”}