Fooling Around | Closed RP
“.... mahshooter-mahshooter-mahshooter...
...won't trip me...
… mahtripper-mahtripper-mahtripper...
...won't hit me...
...mahfather-mahfather-mahfather...
...can't feel the love oo-ohh"
Someone was playing hooky again today.
He didn't want to go to class. To him, it really didn't matter. The majority of the students couldn't see him to begin with and practically everyone didn't even know that he was invisible. In fact, there were those who saw him and then those who didn't. It was an aggravating difference. No one really cared, either, at least that was what he had concluded after all this time. Hundreds of years of trying to get peoples' attention and this was satisfactory enough. He had finally found a school that accepted those with magical abilities, that trained them to become better. However, the only reason he enrolled was because there were people here, living and breathing people who could see and interact with him. A very few amount but enough, just one would be enough in reality. And that's what caused him to stay.
His roommate was one of the very, very few that could see him.
Nonetheless, he had no idea where the guy was. Currently, the male who appeared no older than twenty-one but no less than eighteen, was seated cross-legged on the carpeted floor. He was at the foot of the bunkbed, facing the television screen. He wore a pair of earbuds that must have been blasting for there was a light noise of beats that trembled through them. He was quietly whispering the words, a soft hum almost as oceanic eyes darted about on the television screen.
In his hands he held a PS3 controller and he was furiously clicking away at the buttons. It wasn't a game he would typically play, especially while his dorm buddy was around. Luckily, this was a time he could play alone and enjoy whatever games he liked. This one just so happened to be Okami in HD. A game he would never ever play in the presence of others. His music was highly contrasting the pastel colors that shown on the screen, as well.
Nonetheless, he had playing the game for a few hours by now and clicked his tongue before lolling his head back against the bed's frame. “Wonder if there's a party tonight,” he muttered, tousled white locks splayed onto the mattress from him laying his head back. Setting the controller down, he reached for the nearby beer can he had opened earlier and brought it to his lips, guzzling down a gulp. This was turning out to be a slow day for the winter spirit, Jack Frost.