7/16: Ion

[randori]

[ Another week. A terrible, terrible awful week, but rather than being discouraged, there's a set expression on Natsuo's face as he mills around throughout the day, that same sense of Purpose that seems to rears its head every other week to varying degrees of success, but this time is with hope, a piece of paper clutched tight in his fist. ]

Ion.

[ non... roommate... Ion, he makes absolutely sure because he just left the dorm with the other and then ambushes this Ion in the kitchen ]

We're friends.

[ Gringrin, that sure is a declaration, no preamble, no context. ]