Cal reached for the lint roller as he entered the Astronomy class. He immediately turtled into his robes. "DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE." What was this?! Antarctica?! And that horrid smell?!!!!? The thirteen year-old halfheartedly passed the lint roller over his robes in a haste to find a seat and warm himself up.
He had part of his robe covering his nose against the smell, rocking back and forth, and his free hand moved to scribble down his name as instructed.
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Calrissian Fox Desario
Third Year
A space blanket?? Rad. Cal ripped open the package to bury himself in the warm cloth thing.