It was the last day of the semester, right before winter break. Goten was walking out of the main campus building, swinging his bag over his shoulder whistling a tune. He spots the user on a side path and jogs over. “Hey! Whacha doing?” He asks, putting an arm on the user’s shoulder. He backs up and picks up a small rock. “Y’know what we can do? We can hang out at my place over the break! Sounds fun, doesn’t it!”