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Probably a Doctor wrote: He was outside under a tree with his bag beside him on the bench, and was busying himself with the sketchbook he had in hand
Really he wasn't much of an artist, but now he just felt like doodling something, and what it looked like so far was some sort of.. tree?
Or a sunset.. or a noodle, it was really up to whomever was watching
And now, he was alone
At least for now
He smiled to himself, and his little tongue stuck out while he drew while giggling
Sooner or later he would have to get to class or something
Or find his dorm, and some sort of living condition
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He looked up from his doodle while gazing around and squinting to at least try and spot any sort of nearby person who looked familiar
Not so, Josef Ludwig, it seemed as if every face were new and unseen before
It made him frown a little, but he still watched everyone pass, some glancing over back at him with either a smile, or a frown
Either way, he still tried to see if anyone he knew was around
Resulting in him standing, putting his things in his messenger bag, and moving on
Looking around every now and then
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