Yeah, so yesterday was only technically the last official day of school. Classes ended two weeks ago. But still it means I get to sleep and write more than before. So enjoy!
22. Promise
Their goal for that month was to greet people properly. Something stupid, seeing how absorbed in their work all three were. Leaving the basement was a rare occurrence, beyond patrolling. Still, when he was sick of being ignored, Lexaeus had developed a habit of pointing to the board and stating that they'd all promised to fulfill that goal. Zexion had chuckled at that. He'd also promised not to fall in love because it would detract from his studies, and look how that turned out.
The twenty-second. Seventy-eight to go.
Please, don't comment on the similarities of this and the last one. They were written a week apart, so I don't know how that happened.
-Josiy x