Morning classes were... blah. He paid attention, he took his notes and did his work, and all the while, his mind is constantly going, going, going, going. It never stopped, except for those blissful moments of stillness at the shrine.  That was the only place he could truly stop everything, he felt; it was like a sanctuary for him, and he was sure it was as much the setting as it was the act of meditation itself.<br/><br/>What were his thoughts on? All the god damned weirdness going on. That, and he was worried about Kari. He had no reason to doubt her explanation, so his worries are quite centered around what happens if that gang comes after her again. What if they hurt her even worse. What if they kill her? What could possibly happen after that? Always planning, plotting, preparing... he had to be ready for any event.<br/><br/>Did he really, though? Normal people don't do that, do they? But then, why does he obsess so much about what is and isn't normal, when he does a lot of things that aren't normal anyways. Maybe he should just accept this part of him... but it's not really a part of him, is it? Not his true self.<br/><br/>His thoughts ramble on and on, and by the time lunch comes around, they're too muddled to be coherent. He came up to the roof, following his usual routine. Today, like days before, his choice of food was melon bread. It was tasty, and filling. He also had a can of melon cream soda, which was most certainly his favorite drink. He really likes melons, you see.<br/><br/>As he comes up, he smiles a bit wanely as he sees Kari is up there, too. "As they say in America... penny for your thoughts?"