The room flashed alight, in time with the mechanical whir of the opening door. Hitori walked inside his dorm room with plodding steps, and let out a long breath as he closed the door behind him.

  “Well, that was obnoxious,” he said. Or hilarious. Only Gordon could cause that much mayhem just showing off a new gun. He shook his head and straightened his back, then went about getting ready. After a quick shower and a light snack he dragged the armor off his bed, thankful it hadn’t been damaged in that afternoon’s training, then threw himself on top of the covers.

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  He passed out in seconds.