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The boys nodded, and began leading the way to the Boys' dorm, hands stuck in pockets and slouching to make sure that people kept away from them.

((Skipping the walk b/c uneventful))

They arrived in front of a lone single dorm at the end of the hall in the dorm, the number hanging by a single screw, the word 'Shade' carved in messy handwriting. Tripp reached out and knocked, and within two seconds the door opened to a tired, messy-looking boy of 17.

"Business or social?" he mumbled, eyeing the twins and Milo.