Study Hall -- Tuesday, November 15th

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The doors to the study hall have been propped open, and the puppies and kittens have taken to bounding up to newcomers and rubbing up against everybody's legs for petting and stealth cybernetic bioenhancement checks. The pool table isn't in the room, but there are decks of cards and chess boards on the front desk for any students done with their schoolwork for the day.

Sarah sits at the front desk playing a handheld electronic Battleship game. Needless to say, she's kicking ass.

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She nods. "I might be there for a while today. I have things to do there," she tells him. "Should I stop in afterwards or are you sick of me yet?"

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He nods. "Yeah, come by when you're done with your stuff. I'll either be asleep or awake. If I'm asleep, just wake me up." Quietly, he says, "I could never get sick of seeing you, honey."

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She's probably filled her smile quota for the day already, but she can't help it. "I have to get to class," she says, gathering her things, "but I'll see you later."

Making sure no one with detention-giving powers is watching, she kisses him quickly before heading off.