[Jurinjo]

His belonging were in his room, which seemed to be only that was a great thing. He never had a bedroom all to himself before. While Jurinjo treasured his private time he stayed around people all the time. That brought back a sad memory of... *ding*

While in his room Jurinjo tore out of his sweaty clothes and quickly wiped himself with a wet towel to look, and smell, more presentable. One didn't want to try too hard to look good. As he stood in the elevator he inspected his shredded surfer style Khaki shorts, green shirt and spiked his hair properly using the thin gold plating around the door.

[[I'm staggering my posts to match time passing more properly]]