Like hell Lock was going to the Masquerade Ball. Especially after what had happened this week, with both friends he considered family members, up and leaving him behind like some fuckin' lost puppy. And there was that girl with the blonde hair and fiery blue eyes. Fuck, what was her name again? Ahh, it's not like Lock should give a shit anyway, though it was very suspicious that the gal had left the same day Shock and Barrel did. Perhaps she had something to do with it.Â
But, enough of that. Here Lock was. Cuddling up in a fluffy beige blanket, and body laid out on a lounging cough. His imbecilic roommate made far too much noise while getting ready for the Ball, and because killing was frowned upon in the academy or just society in general, he chose the latter of sleeping somewhere else. Currently he was snuggling up to his pillow and pulling the blanket up to his face. His eyelids were closed and eyebrows were relaxed, red lips parted slightly into a look of such peacefulness. His dark aura was gone in this state, he looked much the opposite as he did when he was awake.Â
A few moments later, a tired groan left his lips and his messy white hair was everywhere; though it was shorter than it usually was as his forehead bangs were cut. With the tired groan, he reached his arms out, effectively wrapping them around someone's waist and bringing them down so he cuddled them to his chest with a tight grip. He pulled them close to his chest and snuggled them like a bear. Something he'd NEVER do when awake.
