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@lady_power: It's good that you shared how you felt about it so people know how to engage you accordingly. The jest can get a bit much, even with good intent.

@catalina_liafador: lmmfao, i didnt peep

Jeremiah Venegas Shabazz spent his evening after class like this in his room since he got onto the Academy and he started to regret it. His school friend and crush from New Orleans Paola Saint Clair started pulling away from their chat sessions to talk to her abusive and older ex-boyfriend, Tremont Richards. He thought he made progress with her, but seeing his name pop up on her Facetime made his efforts and her decision all for naught. He was worried about her, but instead of rising the awkward energy with a hard lecture. He stopped after his slight jab at Tremont and lied saying he had to go to some early mandatory school meeting. He wished her well on her night out and attempted to fall asleep.

There was dead silence until he heard..."Jeremiah?" He removed his face mask and saw his macbook ghost dialed Paola again. Her eyes were wide with an expectation of him saying something he didn't when he hung up. "Are you going to sleep?" she inquired squinting at the silk face mask in his hand. "Mmm yep, my bad I must of butt dialed or somethin." His phone was on the other side of his room on one of the many boxes he didn't unpack since he got here. "Okay" she tried to smile and appear happy with how they ended their last conversation. "Hope you sleep like a baby." She winced a bit thinking she sounded like a dweeb. A water drop tone sounded from his computer confirming the call actually ended. The dead silence returned.

It didn't last for long. An assortment of his dormmates were talking loud and blasting "Old Town Road" by Lil Nas X. "Really?" he groaned sitting up with one eye peeking from his eye mask. He rolled out of bed and decided to take a walk. His stomach rumbled a bit and he looked around his room for snacks. His supply of dorm room snacks were depleted. So he threw on pants, leather brogues and a fitted jacket, packing all his empty snack carcasses in the bag he bought them in to throw away. He still wasn't sure how to navigate the entire campus it was huge. Exactly where was the kitchen? Did a chef cook the food? He pulled his phone out and realized he forgot to save his classmates' number in his phone and wasn't wearing the pants with paper it was written on. He walked the GEM halls trash bag in hand looking for a place to snag food.

[Open to anybody]

nsfw

@kwan_capsian: it tasted good, but just not what im used to.

That was the most unspicy curry i've ever eaten...