<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Disappointment sunk on his features as he reviewed Edward's initial text, knowing he'd have to forfeit the idea for a different night. Stupidly, he hadn't even inquired about Dwayne's schedule, although he knew his major as Business Administration and Management. Tapping a retort on his cell, a notification from Edward slid on his screen and he focused on the message prior to sending his own. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>Okay...more fun for me then! If you ever change your mind, hmu. But of course, we can head over to KS. Our parties have always been the best...don't tell Dwayne</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:30 AM</i><br/>
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<i>Actually, you should tell him. Or maybe I will after I ravage his quarters. If you see him waving a note like a maniac one day, know it's from me ;-)</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:31 AM</i><br/>
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Shooting a glance over to Edward, he noticed how pale and genuinely upset he seemed. Perhaps he had said too much...Edward did appear faint of heart. Seeing as the man had packed his belongings, Tiger also shoved his laptop into its casing and collected his half-full plastic container. He clutched his phone in the same hand as the drink and promptly dismissed himself once the professor's back had turned to the class. <br/>
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Exiting the stale room, he hung beside the wall and waited for Edward to follow in suit. The cell chirped a few times in his palm, wondering who could have DMed him on his social media. Probably Jason or one of his other regulars. </span></span>