#dgrayxbennett

Mitz knocked on the wooden door for the umpteenth time that hour, refusing to use his voice to shout at the male sleeping at the other side of the wall. Besides, it was five in the morning and he was positive every other sane soul were still snug on their beds, sleeping soundly. If it wasn’t for practice Mitz would still be enjoying his beauty rest as well. “Bennett.” He half-shouted half-whispered, shaking on the brass knob. The prince slammed his head against the wall a couple of times in frustration, deciding that it was time to block out his conscience and pick the lock to his bandmate’s room. It’s not like he wanted to do it, but he had to. If only he’d done it from the start, then he wouldn’t have had to wait for the slim chances of Destery waking up by himself. Lockpicking has never been a problem for Mitz since his father made it his priority to teach him, so he was able to trespass into the male’s room without a hassle. “Hey.” A kick on his leg. “Wake up.” A shake of his shoulders. “Bennett!”

( ✉ → d.gray-man ) first of all, you’re not allowed to judge a bathroom a day after a hangover. that’s against the rules.  ( ✉ → d.grey-man ) second, that’s it. that’s all i have to say

     [ ☆ ]—Jinx was having quite a good day, really. It was obvious in the spring in steps, light and airy as he walked along the crowded hallway, giddy from the success of the last prank he had pulled. That is until he heard a shrill voice calling out his dreaded full name (a dreaded full name that he had hoped no one would ever discover in his stay in this Academy), a shrill voice that was so damnedly familiar that he could already feel the hairs on his skin stand on end without even looking at the one who owned it. “…I’m out.” He muttered, quickly side-steppping from of the crowd and leaping out from the third floor window, his walk on the courtyard having an obvious limp  due to the hasty impact. But, anything was better than being assaulted by a freak of nature, no? “I am not Jasper Isaac. Like totes.”