"What do you say?  There's a new club out by Iwatodai station, I could get us in..."  Mimiru promises, throwing an arm haphazardly over her friend's shoulders.<br/><br/>Tomoe smiled, but shook her head, glancing down at the textbook hugged tightly to her chest.  "I've got too much homework, Mimi-chan.  You should think about it, too, right?  You need to bring up your math grades, or your mom will make you go to summer school..."<br/><br/>Mimiru rolls her eyes toward the ceiling, her upper lip curling into a half-snarl.  "Ugh, don't even remind me of that bitch right now.  What right does she have to even come off like she gives a shit?  At least I won't have to see her practically at all this semester."  Tomoe paused mid-stride on the sidewalk, blinking.  Mimiru proceeds a few more paces before stopping as well to glance over her shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow.  "What?  Did I space and forget to tell you?  I'm going to be living in the dorms this term."<br/><br/>"That's great!  It should be a lot easier on your mom.  Do you want to go make introductions with your new dorm-mates?"<br/><br/>"As if!" Mimiru shakes her head and faces forward again, hefting her guitar a bit higher on her shoulder as she continues on her way toward the dormitory.  "I bet it's either a dorm full of geeks or a halfway house for delinquents.  I'm just going to pick up my electric and head out to Blue Crush, I'll catch you later, Tomo."  The punk decides to leave it at that, not looking back as she proceeds down the street toward her assigned dormitory.  The moment she can see it looming up ahead she takes a cigarette out and pops it in her mouth, cupping her palm over it to shield her lighter from the wind.  At the front door she pauses for a tic, staring up at the imposing facade like she's at the gates of a massive Victorian prison.<br/><br/>"Ugh.  They should have delivered my stuff here already.  I'll just grab my axe quick and get out..."