;; -timezooms to lunch-
Hurrying - again, not late in any fashion, just always hurrying - from his last class, Alto stopped at his locker to shove his bookbag in before continuing to the lunchroom, a book he'd saved from the bag held tight in his hand. As per usual, upon passing through the doors, the smell of food struck a heavy kindle of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed a lump in his throat and found an unpopulated table, sitting with his back to the wall. With a troubled sigh, he delved back in to The Timekeeper.

























