[Kimbley's spent the last two days trying to work himself out; the incentive...well, he's not sure what he thinks of it, other than the part where this week is probably going to be fun as hell and not in a good way. But bluntly put, he's tired of being fucked up and he's tired of being angry, because being fucked up and angry for prolonged periods of time isn't really his style, and he's been building up an excess of energy that he needs to get out anyway.
He isn't too interested in the weight machines in the gym (he's fairly sure at least one of them might actually kill him somehow, and then we'd be in for the world's dumbest trial because the Wordsmith is just like that, probably) so for the time being he can be found in the dojo, trying his level best to take Sportacus' advice and actually do something that isn't "destroying stuff" or "wrecking his hands" in the interest of alleviating boredom and frustration. What he is doing looks like some sort of military drill sequence, because it's admittedly the first thing to come to mind, but at least it's halfway productive; he's still having to pause once in a while, though, to rebandage his right hand, but at least he's not quite as...outright bad at it as he could be. It's still awkward doing it with his nondominant hand, but he's...managing, anyway.
Later in the day, he can be found at the vending machine; he gets...well, a fair amount of crap he doesn't want, an acceptable amount of crap that he does, and after a while of just kind of looking at most of it, he disappears back into his room for a second to get a couple of things.
And that's why he can be found sitting on the floor in the hallway, outside the room containing the vending machine itself; he's got his maidenly carry-on bag next to him, it's propped open and full of the stuff he will shamelessly yard-sale to literally anyone, and there's a handmade sign written in sharpie and duct-taped to the wall above it reading "SOMEONE TAKE THIS SHIT, I DON'T WANT IT" with an arrow pointing downward to indicate the unwanted shit in question.
He's got the manicure set he'd procured for Kira with him, having stolen it from the guy's room at some point or another, because holy shit if he went to the effort of getting it then someone should at least use the stupid thing; he can generally be found filing his nails down with it, though sometimes when he gets bored with doing that he'll be sort of playing with the little knitted Chiyuki doll he got, just to give himself something to do with his hands.
And as always, if he's not in the aforementioned two locations, the chemistry lab is still a safe bet for finding him, though he's not playing with the chemicals today – looks like he's working on notes in there again.
Today is better than the last few days have been, at least. Surely there's something to be said for that.]
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He isn't too interested in the weight machines in the gym (he's fairly sure at least one of them might actually kill him somehow, and then we'd be in for the world's dumbest trial because the Wordsmith is just like that, probably) so for the time being he can be found in the dojo, trying his level best to take Sportacus' advice and actually do something that isn't "destroying stuff" or "wrecking his hands" in the interest of alleviating boredom and frustration. What he is doing looks like some sort of military drill sequence, because it's admittedly the first thing to come to mind, but at least it's halfway productive; he's still having to pause once in a while, though, to rebandage his right hand, but at least he's not quite as...outright bad at it as he could be. It's still awkward doing it with his nondominant hand, but he's...managing, anyway.
Later in the day, he can be found at the vending machine; he gets...well, a fair amount of crap he doesn't want, an acceptable amount of crap that he does, and after a while of just kind of looking at most of it, he disappears back into his room for a second to get a couple of things.
And that's why he can be found sitting on the floor in the hallway, outside the room containing the vending machine itself; he's got his maidenly carry-on bag next to him, it's propped open and full of the stuff he will shamelessly yard-sale to literally anyone, and there's a handmade sign written in sharpie and duct-taped to the wall above it reading "SOMEONE TAKE THIS SHIT, I DON'T WANT IT" with an arrow pointing downward to indicate the unwanted shit in question.
He's got the manicure set he'd procured for Kira with him, having stolen it from the guy's room at some point or another, because holy shit if he went to the effort of getting it then someone should at least use the stupid thing; he can generally be found filing his nails down with it, though sometimes when he gets bored with doing that he'll be sort of playing with the little knitted Chiyuki doll he got, just to give himself something to do with his hands.
And as always, if he's not in the aforementioned two locations, the chemistry lab is still a safe bet for finding him, though he's not playing with the chemicals today – looks like he's working on notes in there again.
Today is better than the last few days have been, at least. Surely there's something to be said for that.]