<strong>Isoke<br/>Miscellaneous Hallways and Passages<br/>Tagged - Anya</strong><br/><br/>It had been his intention to savor the meal, but it had dawned on him that doing so would leave him carrying the dish around until he eventually made his way back.  Deciding that would be too much of an annoyance, he proceeded to scarf and was scraping the last bits of rice from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth before he even made it out of the cafeteria.  Though his vision was obstructed by the dish, the sudden source of heat alerted him to the presence of a fellow student; an Ifrit girl if he had to hazard a guess from the predominate heat.  Without looking back to verify his suspicion, he casually dropped the bowl on a table nearest the door while keeping the chopsticks to casually practice his pen mawashi as he walked.<br/><br/>Rather than making his way back to the dorms or entrance, Isoke ducked into one of the many corridors that would take him into the practical labyrinth of hallways that traced the classrooms.  He had long since mapped out his way through the corridors, but there were always anxious first year students who would insist on trying to find their classes ahead of time and inevitably become turned around.  It was always amusing to watch them try to find their way out only to be walking in circles or to guide them even deeper into the maze should they ask him for guidance.  As a senior at the academy, it was not only his pleasure, but his unspoken duty to mess with the first year students just as he had been mess with when he was in their shoes.  Tradition was tradition and he was not the sort to break it when it was so much fun.