[It's so cold. Toki manages to grasp his phone, the feeling slowly coming back to his fingers. It is indeed still usable. He sits at one of the desks and inputs everything he can remember about the vision into a text file to sort out later. It will need less sorting than most, being fairly straightforward for once, but still making little sense. When he's finished, he's unsure which way to go.]
I um... I was l-leaving...?
[He only has a vague idea of what he was doing here. Something about midterms. It will come to him.]
no subject
[Oh. Yes. He was still in the classroom.]
I'm f-fine. S-sorry.
[It's so cold. Toki manages to grasp his phone, the feeling slowly coming back to his fingers. It is indeed still usable. He sits at one of the desks and inputs everything he can remember about the vision into a text file to sort out later. It will need less sorting than most, being fairly straightforward for once, but still making little sense. When he's finished, he's unsure which way to go.]
I um... I was l-leaving...?
[He only has a vague idea of what he was doing here. Something about midterms. It will come to him.]