Thorfinn didn't even look back he just stormed off. Going outside awhile, the outdoors always did help his moods, nothing like the sea but it was enough. He sat outside in the warmth of summer until it became to much, pushing up off the steps he went for a quick walk with an idea. He was getting that damned print.

Later he was sitting in the cafeteria, a bag sitting by his chair with a poster tube sticking out and a plate of food in front of him as he ate. His hood was pulled up to hide his face, but mostly to hide the bruise forming just under his right eye. He didn't care if he got in trouble, which was a lot of his problem, but he knew to keep his head low.