In the morning.....

As the sunlight shines in through the window, Delilah slowly flitters her eyes open and sits up in bed. Then she sees you and groans, throwing the sheet aside and off of her body.

"What are you still doing here? The sun's out now, you could've just gone to wait by the bus stop."

"I wanted to say bye!" You reply indignantly. "Geez, we aren't all rudies."

"Not a rudie." Delilah mutters, kicking her legs over the side of the bed. "Come on. Let's just get you packed, and get you out of here, so I don't need to deal with you anymore. Fuckin'..... babysit you. Did you pack yet?"

You shake your head.

"Jesus, you came hard. Alright, whatever, let's just get over to your room already. Quick, fucking go."

You stand and begin your way towards her bedroom door.

"That stuff from the bakery was really nice by the-"

"GO!"

Pushing you along to your room, Delilah waits outside while you pack the stuff you want to take home for the weekend. Just as you realise a potential problem, Toffee shows up, dragging your backpack along by one of its straps from the First Aid classroom. Fully packed with the stuff from your desk, no less! You kneel down to pat him some more.

"Clever, clever boy!"

He purrs appreciatively. Delilah sighs unappreciatively.

"Can you just pack your shit so that you can fucking go already?"

Only because you're not too mad on staying around her either, you get back up to start packing properly, but then pause.

"Wait, aren't you coming with me? Do you actually live here? Are other people here too, or-?"

Delilah dismisses your questions with a wave of her hand.

"I'm just leaving on a different bus that gets here later, let's not get too familiar. Pack. God, note to self, next time you cum Debbie delirious on a Friday, don't tell everybody that she had something important to do, just let them fuckin'.... look for her, or something."

You try to ignore Delilah's very personal but somehow pseudo-private rants as she leans back against the doorframe, and get yourself back into the packing headspace. Right! So, you're probably alright to leave your uniforms here, since you won't need them until you're back anyway. But -- maybe you should get changed, so you don't smell like a bunch too much cum for the trip back home.

You'll be fine to leave your books and stationary too, since you don't have any homework or anything from this first week. Really, you might even leave your backpack here, since it's mainly for carrying stuff between classes and you don't have anything to put in it. Yeah, it's settled then, there's only one thing you need to bring back home with you for the weekend.... your metal wargear briefcase, with all of your equipment!

You change into a fresh(er) uniform for the trip home, even if you don't really get a chance to shower beforehand, and then step outside holding your metal suitcase in front of your legs with both hands on its handle, all ready to go!

Delilah looks you up and down, then focuses on your briefcase.

"....That's it? You took that long for- whatever, just go, get out of here already. God, you suck."

The three of you walk over towards the school bus stop. The bus is set to arrive any time in the next few minutes, and now that you're seated on the bus stop bench, the still-pyjama'd Delilah turns on her heels and walks back into the University. Toffee gives you a goodbye meow, then turns and follows her in, leaving you along on the bench with just your briefcase in your lap.

.......Well, it wasn't exactly how you wanted to start your weekend, let alone end your first week of learning to be a Warrior, but it all turned out okay at least. Delilah seems..... like you expected, but in a different way than you expected. You're very, very conflicted about whether you should keep trying to be her friend or not. It feels like it might be pointless to try, but you'd feel bad for stopping if it actually could work one day, you know? But she makes you feel pretty small quite a lot....

Anyway, eventually the bus does arrive, and you step on after the doors open with a hiss. There aren't any other passengers than you, but it's probably just scheduled to come because later in the year students might stay over at night doing study or working one-on-one with teachers and stuff. Anyway, it's a long drive out of the green land that surrounds Coinpilfer University and back into the more urban part of Kokkinport. Normally you'd be super duper bored on the trip with nobody you know around to talk to and nobody you don't know around to listen to, but after staying awake and in unexplainable boredom for a huge part of the night (most of which you can't even remember, but it wasn't fun anyway!), doing a bit more of that but with the addition of rolling scenery is more than acceptable.

The bus reaches your stop at Central Kokkinport, you thank the driver, and you step off and onto the pavement. You are dead tired, but you manage to pull off the seven minute walk home in nine minutes. Pushing through the door, you drop your metal briefcase by the entrance, shut it, go into your bedroom, and dump yourself onto your bed.

That was an enlightening but spirit-dampening past few hours, so you're fully ready to call it a bit of a day and drift off into some mad good deep sleep. Sleep is so much nicer when it's on your own terms.