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3rd Floor Boys' Bathroom, Way Too Early Sunday Morning
Sunday, August 30th, 2015 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebelseekspizzaIt wasn't the first time he woke up like this: mind and body ready for a fight, adrenaline screaming through his veins, only to find there was absolutely nothing to fight. New place, new rules, Dante just didn't know them yet so he couldn't break them yet. Sure. Still, there was something eerie about it. Weird.
Getting out of bed to walk down to the bathrooms was the closest thing to polite he'd been to a roommate for a while, but the bathroom was clean, which just made the eerie worse. So now he was hovering over the sink and staring at himself in the mirror. Willing himself to calm down. Maybe if he wasn't new here, he'd have broken out, found some club or something. But he didn't know where anything was, and he didn't want to ruin a shot at a decent place to sleep and regular meals, for as long as it lasted.
He still wanted - needed - to punch something.
"Fuck you," he told his reflection.
Nothing happened.
[[ open, sure. ]]
Getting out of bed to walk down to the bathrooms was the closest thing to polite he'd been to a roommate for a while, but the bathroom was clean, which just made the eerie worse. So now he was hovering over the sink and staring at himself in the mirror. Willing himself to calm down. Maybe if he wasn't new here, he'd have broken out, found some club or something. But he didn't know where anything was, and he didn't want to ruin a shot at a decent place to sleep and regular meals, for as long as it lasted.
He still wanted - needed - to punch something.
"Fuck you," he told his reflection.
Nothing happened.
[[ open, sure. ]]