He spent some time at the shrine. Hours, really. He loved it though. It gave him peace and quiet, time to clean his mind and try to organize it, just as he cleaned and organized the grounds.<br/><br/>But their was only so much work he could do on the grounds. Eventually, tired, but in a good way, he would make his way back to the dorms. He liked the gentle burning in his body, and the hazy tiredness that settled on him, though this last thing he would eventually chase away with some carbonated, caffeinated beverage from a vending machine.<br/><br/>The drink would be finished by the time  he got back to the dorms, and thrown away in a trash can. As he entered the lounge, he forced the metaphorical mask back into its place. He wore a wane, tired smile as he walked in. His eyes quietly danced around, as he wiped away a bit of errant sweat. His clothes were damp from the sweat he had built up from working at the shrine, though one might assume he had simply been out jogging, or doing some other, more mundane exercise.<br/><br/>He didn't stay there long, though. He would head up to his room. Long enough to clean himself up, change out of his uniform, into something more comfortable. A pair of worn, torn, patched up jeans, and a plain red t-shirt. Then he grabbed some homework and books, and headed down to the lounge.<br/><br/>He liked working at the table in the common room. It gave him the chance to watch and listen to the others, and to listen and watch the TV, too, when it was on.