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Post by Yuhiru Yamimoto on Jul 25, 2014 18:52:15 GMT
Yami took a step into the financial aid center and took in the sights. Behind the counter were a few people who seemed to actually be enjoying the task of supplying money to the teeming masses of students who were pouring in for the school's funding. The dancer thought that it seemed almost comical. Then again, he knew better than most that once you get into the groove of something, it was hard to not enjoy it.
He expertly breezed past the horde of greedy, money-grubbing students who didn't know what "wait your turn" meant. Yami thought that he may being hypocritical seeing as of how he was going in front of them, but he also thought that if they were more organized then he wouldn't have had the motive or the opportunity. He walked up to the counter and one of the women working turned to him.
"Excuse me, miss, I'm sorry to bother you; but may I have the standard fare?"
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Post by ChromaticTruthsayer on Jul 25, 2014 22:02:18 GMT
Identity verified. Allowance received. Please come again, mortal.
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Post by Yuhiru Yamimoto on Jul 29, 2014 4:35:57 GMT
Yami danced along the sidewalk. He just learned that the financial aid center reset on a fixed schedule, and he had just got to where he was able to get more money. That was more than enough reason for him to groove in his eyes.
He went inside the building and took a look around. There were fewer people running around this time. Yami smiled as he thought that his good luck might end up keeping Oleg up all night. It wasn't a malicious smile, but it was there. So he went up to the counter, still not believing his luck.
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Post by Eristotle on Jul 29, 2014 14:56:24 GMT
Identity verified. Allowance received. Please come again, mortal.
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