Tokio's Dorm Room

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A cozy dorm room that belongs to Tokio. Since it is his first time starting out in the school, he doesn't have much friends. That means he doesn't co-ed with anyone unless he's known them for quite some time. He'd rather have someone that he'd trust, especially with his personal belongings here. Those of which are dominant in number around the room. The desk and rolling chair is his work area where he does most of his schoolwork/homework. He keeps a working lamp when it becomes late at night. The stereo and speakers, well, it is for music. The DVD player, to watch movies and etc. Laptop, to watch anime and surf the internet. His bed, to sleep on. He has a videogame console for his gaming habits. He keeps a well-kept dorm room though. Tokio even has a poster of a famous soccer player, as he has a hobby of playing soccer himself.  

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Tokio opened the door with his room key. Once getting in, he dropped his messenger bag on the floor and fell back on the bed. It was nighttime, so he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. He re-dressed into something comfortable to sleep in: white undershirt and short pants. He took off his goggles and rested them on the desk. Tokio fell back between the pillows on his bed. His hand reached for the covers and guided them over him. Next thing one would know, he was out like a light.

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The alarm rang, and a hand pressed the snooze button. His hair was messy and his eyes were half-asleep, and half-awake. Tokio sat up straight in his bed, and proceeded to stretch his arms to loosen those bones. It was not complete without a mouthful yawn escaping his lungs. Tokio rested both of his hands between his legs. He thought about something from yesterday and studied his hand. (I wonder...) That Keyblade belonging to Master Light respectfully, transformed into a sort of hover-board. "Could I do that too?" His hand closed and Tokio got out of bed.

His morning was like any other morning. Tokio started off by heading into the bathroom: washing his face, brushing his teeth, and gurgling out mouthwash. He shampooed his hair, then lathering it out with conditioner. The amount of hair gel could explain the messy spiky hair. He really needed a haircut. He walked out of the bathroom and headed back into his room. Tokio moved on to getting dressed. The shirt came down, the pants went up, the buckle locked together, the shoes fitted, and the goggles wrapped around his head. He was good to go. Tokio strapped on his messenger bag.

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