Options: Free Storage Room Scan. Click here. No, really. Stay hidden. Throw something. Go talk to the other B. Chosen: No, really.

Umbral tilts his head, quietly watching the door get slammed in the younger boy’s face. The actor had been sitting in the storage room for quite some time now, as he enjoyed the quiet and the solitude. In fact, he was so relaxed, he didn’t realize someone else came in and that he had fallen asleep. The short but sweet conversation surely woke him up.

He shifts quietly, picking up a nearby paint brush. Should he scan the storage room for another person? Should he throw this paint brush? Should he just-

No, really, he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t recognize the stranger from behind, and hadn’t listened in on the conversation to find out. Umbral decides it’s time to put on his big boy pants and man up.

Options: Greet. Flirt. Play dead. Poke. Stalk. Sob. Chosen: Poke.

Being such a social butterfly, Umbral was endlessly curious when he discovered there was a student that had escaped his steel trap of a mind. Who is that mystery student? Why does Umbral know nothing about him? It was time to find out.

After class, the taller student quietly peered around the hall, locking eyes on the back of the stranger’s head, watching him walk away. The actor smiled, easily deciding on how he wanted to act. He pulled a couple hair ties from his pocket, quickly tying his hair into perky pig tails.

Rushing so that he doesn’t lose the student, Umbral hurries down the hall, then pokes the other student’s shoulder.

Options: Silence. Attack. Stalk. Go limp. Scream. Lick. Chosen: Go limp.

Though licking people is a very interesting way to introduce yourself, Umbral isn’t a fan of orange soda, ginger, carrots... or licking people. He first spotted the ginger during a dining period, and since then, has been dead set on antagonizing him. All gingers must be antagonized, of course, that’s his own personal rule.

After a couple weeks of waiting and plotting, Umbral finally confronts the redheaded boy. And his mind goes blank. All of the plotting means nothing if he doesn’t even know what to say. Umbral stands in front of the male, noting they’re the same height, and unable to think of anything...

Options: Cry harder. Jumping jacks. Silence. Stare. Leave. Poke. Chosen: Jumping jacks.

In the middle of the cafeteria, Umbral starts doing jumping jacks right behind Mercury. He looks completely serious, if not a little pissed off about something.

“I mean, jesus, can’t a guy be a little emotional? Orange soda is so hard to get out of clothes! Who cares if I was wearing black? It’s sticky!” He pouts, and his stomach starts to hurt.

Options: Chat. Screech. Play dead. Sob. Ignore. Dance. Chosen: Sob.

Dedicating his spare time to finding out as much about Saturn as possible, Umbral now waits for the brunet outside of his history class, which should be getting out in right abooooooout... Now.

Students shuffle out of the class, some carrying text books and other supplies, some empty handed. He watches carefully, and when Saturn comes out, Umbral starts the performance.

Options: Stalk. Ambush. Be normal? Yodel. Gossip. Sing. Chosen: Ambush.

Umbral spots Alternative from down the hall, and instinctively crouches down behind the corner. His eyes are locked on the target, and he pulls a lime green sharpie out of his pocket. Silently, the older boy uncaps it, and raises slightly. When he’s certain that it’s a good time to strike, he suddenly darts at the former successor, sharpie unsheathed and ready to go.

Swiftly, Umbral slides the sharpie over the side of Alternative’s neck, kneeling down afterwards- he’s imitating a sword fighter from some anime inspired video game.