Battler laughed, "Mr. Stick in the Mud, huh?"<span style="font-style: italic">I probably shouldn't call him that. It feels like one of those rules only Heather can break.</span>He wanted to go get his book or something to pass the time, but Snickers was keeping him from getting up. She looked like she was asleep, though, so... Battler was considering moving her so he could get his book when Snickers opened an eye and seemed to glare at him. Battler gave the cat a nervous smile,<span style="font-style: italic">Does it read minds?!</span><br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru sat up on the end of his bed, holding his hand out palm-up in front of him. Gradually, he formed little slivers of light and let them dance a little before dispersing them. He found it awkward, using his ability for no reason other than to stave off his side effects. Feeling bored, he reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny machine he seemed to have been tinkering with. He opened up the back and plugged a little wire into a hole there, attaching the other end to a calculator. Pausing to reread what he had already programmed, he proceeded to type in more lines of code.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>The ocean was fun for a while, but when he couldn't jump into it, it got kind of boring. He was wondering what he might do next to avoid Heather for a little longer when he heard familiar footsteps behind him and shivered. And he was Graecian, so it had nothing to do with the cold.