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Windows
Jirou bent over the table to stare at his red-haired teammate. "Gakkun, what're you looking at?" he asked, slightly unhappy with being awake and ignored.
"Hmm?" was the half-conscious reply.
"Gakkun."
Mukahi blinked owlishly at Jirou. "Huh? I put it in the janitor's closet on the fourth floor."
". . . What?" Jirou frowned and lifted his hand to his friend's forehead. "Are you sick? Ah, no. Do you feel dizzy, Gakkun? Got enough sleep?"
"I . . . guess? Didn't you ask me where I put the bat?"
"What bat?"
"The one I stole from the baseball club."
"You stole a bat from the baseball club?" Jirou asked incredulously.
"Yeah, after I broke a window while trying to hit the ball."
"You broke a window?" He whipped around to where Mukahi was previously staring at. A broken window. "Whoa, for real! That's awesome!"
Mukahi grinned. "I know, right?"
Yeah, I'm on a roll today! Not the type of roll I'd usually roll in, but a roll nonetheless.