kyouhei jasper allemand - fatenet aff.

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Yoichi slowly chewed his sandwich as he watched the younger man make a desperate attempt to open the door to the dormitories.  His patrol had taken him out to Oakville University, which usually had something going on to keep him entertained.  It was just a little past midnight and it seemed the poor kid had lost his keys to the dorm.

He finished off his late dinner and clapped his hands together to get rid of the bread dust before standing up.  He’d let the poor guy suffer long enough, and he had another 7 minutes and forty-three seconds until his break was up.  Yoichi slowly made his way towards the poor, locked-out college student; he yawned as he approached the other from behind and placed one hand on his hip using the other to cover his mouth.

“Having some issues, hmm?”  He dropped his hand to his side and eyed the door.  The lock looked simple enough, but he didn’t expect this kid to be looking at the issue the same way he was.  “Did you lose your key or something?”  Reaching for his flashlight, he clicked it on and swung the beam in a wide arc around the nearby grass.

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“I can help you find it.  Or I can open the door for you if you ask in the next,” he looked at his watch, “five minutes and twenty-seven seconds.”

      When Kyouhei was a little kid, he would’ve lost his head if his neck wasn’t attaching it to his shoulders. It was a well-known fact - you never trusted toddler Kyouhei with anything important.

      Fortunately, he grew out of it by age twelve or so.

      Unfortunately, it was Throwback Thursday and he might’ve misplaced one of the most important items he owned. It was way too late to backtrack to find them too, and mentally he’d already given up.

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      “I think I left it at work?” He still peered in the direction the light revealed, hoping it would magically appear on the ground somewhere. No such luck. “Or maybe I dropped it on the way here….”

      Either way, it was terrible and unlucky.

      Curiosity made him peer up at the person offering their help in a professional manner, his interest mostly focused on the offer to open his dorm’s door within a certain time frame.

      “Who are you, actually? Not that I don’t appreciate the help of course….”

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