An Introduction {David Simms}
Jan 25, 2009 15:43:41 GMT -5
Post by Akito Cys'varilo on Jan 25, 2009 15:43:41 GMT -5
Akito sat on his bed in crosslegged fashion, back to the door. He was sort of nervous, so he tried to calm himself by organizing his art supplies bag. It was a disaster. He never bothered himself to organize it, this was one of the rare occasions that it would happen. He finished by putting the various charcoal chalk pieces away and closed it with a big sigh. It didn't help to calm his nerves. He glanced back at the door. Today there would be someone to share his dorm with. He doubted he had ever met the person, but he would be sharing a bedroom with them! For him, sharing a room was an unsettling thought. He didn't like the idea of sleeping in the same room as someone he didn't know.
He got up from the bed and paced over to a window. He looked outside of it and tried to sooth himself with his own thoughts, but of course, that didn't help either.
He groaned and stalked over to his bed and grabbed some clothes from it. It was a weekend and he had been in his room all day in just a t-shirt and his boxers. There was no way he was going to look like that for meeting his dormmate! He slipped out of the boxers and instead put on some underwear. Boxers and skinny jeans didn't go well together in his opinion. He pulled up the jeans to his waist and snatched one of his studded belts, he attached that and glanced over to the mirror on his desk. He walked over to the desk and picked up a Q-tip. As disgusting as this next procedure, was, it works. He brought the end of the Q-tip to his mouth and wet it. He put the Q-tip under his eye and cleaned up all the old eyeliner. He did the same to the other eye. He sat down and grabbed his eyeliner and re-applied it. There. He went back to the bed and threw on a vintage, black, zipper sweater.
He sighed, trailing back over to the window and slumped down against the wall. He had his elbows leaning on his knees with his face cupped in his hands. He would rather share a room with a girl. He rarely ever felt sexually attracted to girls... But with guys? It happened all the time... Oh well, maybe it would help if he didn't tell this person. They didn't have to know.
He uncupped his face a moment and looked around the room. His bed was unmade and all his clothes and homework were thrown around beside it. He looked at the other bed, it was untouched as it should be. Though it wouldn't stay like that for much longer. Akito usually kept the lights off and this time was no exception. He went back to having his face mushed into his hands and tried to play some music to himself by memory. It just wasn't the same experience. He awaited for the person with a queasy stomach and a flushed face.
He got up from the bed and paced over to a window. He looked outside of it and tried to sooth himself with his own thoughts, but of course, that didn't help either.
He groaned and stalked over to his bed and grabbed some clothes from it. It was a weekend and he had been in his room all day in just a t-shirt and his boxers. There was no way he was going to look like that for meeting his dormmate! He slipped out of the boxers and instead put on some underwear. Boxers and skinny jeans didn't go well together in his opinion. He pulled up the jeans to his waist and snatched one of his studded belts, he attached that and glanced over to the mirror on his desk. He walked over to the desk and picked up a Q-tip. As disgusting as this next procedure, was, it works. He brought the end of the Q-tip to his mouth and wet it. He put the Q-tip under his eye and cleaned up all the old eyeliner. He did the same to the other eye. He sat down and grabbed his eyeliner and re-applied it. There. He went back to the bed and threw on a vintage, black, zipper sweater.
He sighed, trailing back over to the window and slumped down against the wall. He had his elbows leaning on his knees with his face cupped in his hands. He would rather share a room with a girl. He rarely ever felt sexually attracted to girls... But with guys? It happened all the time... Oh well, maybe it would help if he didn't tell this person. They didn't have to know.
He uncupped his face a moment and looked around the room. His bed was unmade and all his clothes and homework were thrown around beside it. He looked at the other bed, it was untouched as it should be. Though it wouldn't stay like that for much longer. Akito usually kept the lights off and this time was no exception. He went back to having his face mushed into his hands and tried to play some music to himself by memory. It just wasn't the same experience. He awaited for the person with a queasy stomach and a flushed face.