[Well, it's seven in the goddamn morning and Kimbley either just didn't sleep or he's up freakishly early; judging from the fact that he looks more than a little rough and is just kind of...staring at things for entirely too long says that it's probably the former. But you know what, he can be found in the kitchen as soon as it opens, and it takes him a moment to figure out what he's going to make before something seems to click over in his head and here he is, making tea cake like his life depends on it because dammit, Mikazuki taught him how a few days ago and he doesn't want to forget, or something.
...It's that kind of morning.
Thankfully, he seems a bit more awake after going awol for most of the morning and early afternoon; whether that's a good or a bad thing has yet to be seen, and as it stands he seems to be really restless today as opposed to the weirdly-fixated way he was functioning in Tuesday. He does wander back into the chemistry lab for a little while, but if he's not joined in there for long enough he'll leave eventually; eventually he just takes to sitting in the foyer across from the hallway leading to the dorms, so he can see everyone coming and going. He's got an old journal with him that he's trying to leaf through – maybe there's something important in here, who knows – and when he's not doing that he's...fucking with a pen that turns into a goddamn fishing rod and then shrinks back down again, because this is weirdly hilarious, goddamn.
Later tonight he can be found in first aid, though – there's nothing visibly wrong with him, but damn if he isn't going through the pills.]
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...It's that kind of morning.
Thankfully, he seems a bit more awake after going awol for most of the morning and early afternoon; whether that's a good or a bad thing has yet to be seen, and as it stands he seems to be really restless today as opposed to the weirdly-fixated way he was functioning in Tuesday. He does wander back into the chemistry lab for a little while, but if he's not joined in there for long enough he'll leave eventually; eventually he just takes to sitting in the foyer across from the hallway leading to the dorms, so he can see everyone coming and going. He's got an old journal with him that he's trying to leaf through – maybe there's something important in here, who knows – and when he's not doing that he's...fucking with a pen that turns into a goddamn fishing rod and then shrinks back down again, because this is weirdly hilarious, goddamn.
Later tonight he can be found in first aid, though – there's nothing visibly wrong with him, but damn if he isn't going through the pills.]