Idia sighs, avoiding Cater's eyes again to tap on his tablet.

[social bttry ded need rechrge. room.]

It's good that he's stopped shaking. Now that the adrenaline is crashing out of his system, he feels drained and light-headed. Walking back to his dorm will be at least a midboss-level effort, if not an end level boss. Maybe not final boss, thankfully. That would be going to a party or performing another Starsending.

He puts away the tablet and rolls to one side so he can get up on his knees. His uniform needs a good cleaning now but he can't bring himself to care. His bed is calling, not for sleep but for a good burrowing and watching the latest anime on his laptop. Ortho will have to hold down the fort in the meantime. Gritting his teeth, Idia forces himself upright, wobbling on gangly legs as he tries to find his balance. Ugh, his left foot is asleep and he has pins and needles in both thighs. Walking like this will be impossible, but he has to try. He takes one unsteady step and tumbles with a yelp, falling right against Cater.

Great. Lovely. Game over, no continues remaining. The tips of his hair start to turn the faintest shade of pink.