Which is kind of fucked up, because last he checked his ceiling wasn't transparent, and quite aside from that, Nitori's bunk isn't see-through, either. Neither, decidedly, is Nitori himself, much as Rin wishes otherwise sometimes. Just sometimes.
He's not normally a slow riser, but it's really dark, which is more disorienting than anything. He's used to waking up to Nitori cramming at the last minute, or at least to some light from the campus outside. This, though, this is pitch.
It makes the fact that the shooting star has mysteriously become a meteor shower much prettier, but--
No, wait, there's definitely movement. Muffled yelling. Splashing.
The first two he might have been able to discount, but sadly for them their dorm isn't anywhere close to Samezuka's pool. Rin finally gets around to sitting up -- at least his eyes have more or less adjusted while he was lazing around on the floor, and are those hooded figures? What the--]
What the--
[A flash out of the corner of his eye has him diving for the floor again with reflexes honed from years of training and sudden wildlife in locker rooms, and the decidedly-not-a-shooting-star-this-is-more-like-laser-tag-isn't-it only manages to take off what's likely a lock of hair as it shoots overhead.]
Holy shit, watch where you're aiming those!
[Feeling and probably looking like a cat that'd just been dunked in cold water (he dove into a puddle, didn't he?), Rin nevertheless wastes no time backing straight up against the nearest wall, out of the line of fire.
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Which is kind of fucked up, because last he checked his ceiling wasn't transparent, and quite aside from that, Nitori's bunk isn't see-through, either. Neither, decidedly, is Nitori himself, much as Rin wishes otherwise sometimes. Just sometimes.
He's not normally a slow riser, but it's really dark, which is more disorienting than anything. He's used to waking up to Nitori cramming at the last minute, or at least to some light from the campus outside. This, though, this is pitch.
It makes the fact that the shooting star has mysteriously become a meteor shower much prettier, but--
No, wait, there's definitely movement. Muffled yelling. Splashing.
The first two he might have been able to discount, but sadly for them their dorm isn't anywhere close to Samezuka's pool. Rin finally gets around to sitting up -- at least his eyes have more or less adjusted while he was lazing around on the floor, and are those hooded figures? What the--]
What the--
[A flash out of the corner of his eye has him diving for the floor again with reflexes honed from years of training and sudden wildlife in locker rooms, and the decidedly-not-a-shooting-star-this-is-more-like-laser-tag-isn't-it only manages to take off what's likely a lock of hair as it shoots overhead.]
Holy shit, watch where you're aiming those!
[Feeling and probably looking like a cat that'd just been dunked in cold water (he dove into a puddle, didn't he?), Rin nevertheless wastes no time backing straight up against the nearest wall, out of the line of fire.
Well. He's not in Iwatobi anymore.]