Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140814205432/@comment-24296957-20140815011816

As Amet's feet crossed the threshold, he felt somewhat at home.

But only somewhat.

The dorm was empty, meaning Midori probably toom the team somewhere. Or Roy was off with Iona. Or Arro was getting his butt chewed off by a girl. A perfectly disfunctional team. But he loved ARAM.

Not too long ago, the leader was reliquished from the infirmary after treatment for his back. While his Aura took the brunt of it, his bones still bruised and tissue swelled. Though he could walk without a cane or other form of assistance, it still bothered him. So he administered his own nubming agent and continued on through the days afterward. Slowly, the Kiyng had become healthier.

But...something else bothered him. Something he needed to check for himself.

Leaving Fenice on his bed, Amet walked out of the dorm, back down the hall to the infirmary, and opened the patient roster.

Room 2-a.

Finding the door leading to the room, Amet took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. But a wide smile and a flame filled his face and heart.

He knocked.