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Kevin had read somewhere that in the olden days in Europe, they used to throw their excrement out the windows. Now, he wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it was the first thing he thought of while passing by the Aqua dorms and being hit in the side of the head with something and hells above that hurt! Blinking away fairy lights in his already-blurred vision, he brought a hand up to his hair to check if it had left a dent in his skull or something first, then crouched down to squint at what had been thrown out the window. It looked like a deeply abused and charred loaf of bread, to him. Picking it up, he looked over at the only first floor open window and threw it straight back in, not bothering to properly process whether there had been a person standing there or not. He might be assuming, but he was ready to suppose it had originated from there and they could have it back, thanks.

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Breaking things wasn’t his forte, so to speak. It was more not breaking things was an impossibility. Unless he wanted to move at the pace of a snail, he just had to be willing to accept that things might topple and at least two-thirds of the time, it would be himself. He’d never broken a door before, though.

This one can’t have been his fault. He was just walking, for Christ’s sake. The door came out of nowhere. Someone must have opened it in his face and he was very, very unwilling to claim the hole in the flimsy thing as the fault of his elbow. Granted, he shouldn’t have been walking where doors would be opening, but still. His elbow was bleeding, he suspected. “Did you open the door just now?” he asked, not bothering to try to identify faces nor tone down the accusatory question.

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