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After a slow and lazy morning period of history class, Taka trudges sluggishly to his locker, holding his history binder casually in his right arm, at his hips. He opens his locker and tosses his binder on the top shelf and grabs his English binder and books. Before he closes his locker and walks to his next class, out of the corner of his eye he notices Vox with a group of friends, striding down the hallway like a big parade as they laugh over funny jokes that they throw amongst each other. "Hey, Taka!" Vox calls out from the middle of the hallway. He picks up his pace before Taka closes his locker and leaves, but Taka's all ears for his cr