Thobius’ nose itched, which in and of itself was unremarkable, however the boy was currently curled up soundly sleeping in his bed and was desperately trying not to wake up. He reached up with a hand and swiped at his nose before he buried his face back into his pillow and tried to fall into the wonderful darkness that was unconsciousness. He had almost succeeded too, but the silence, which before had been quite comforting, had somehow became a deafening buzz in his ears and it made his efforts meaningless. A blue eye opened and rolled in its socket to take in his surroundings and tried to remember what was so important that it woke him from his rest. A piece of his lavender hair draped forward across his forehead and had been the culprit that tickled his nose and brought him round.
At first everything seemed alien to him, but as he sat there the feeling passed. This was his room, and all was right here; the corner desk graced one part of his room and took up most of two walls. His wardrobe, which when opened would contain the garments he wore on a daily basis, one change of dress clothing and two changes of rough wear outfits were inside, along with his normal everyday attire. Plastered to the inside of the doors were watercolors that he had attempted to paint, while he was awfully fond of that mode of artwork, he was far from a master at the medium. An overstuffed chair in blue fabrics sat next to his wardrobe, and it was where he obviously did a majority of his reading for any given assignment he would be working on. His walls were decorated with pieces of fabric that fell like a curtain over the otherwise commonplace walls.
Everything seemed to be alright, nothing had changed really, so he couldn’t figure out what it was that was nagging at the back of his mind. Thobius turned his body over and lay on his stomach, pulling the thick blanket up over his head and burying himself in the comfort of his own bed. He was just so tired that it didn’t sit well with him that he should have to move from his haven, but slowly as his mind started waking up he remembered why he had to get up.
He was probably late for class.
Anyone standing in the room would hear a loud groan and grumbling coming from the, now, rousing shape beneath the blankets. A pale skinned, slender body emerged into the cold air from his warm nest in the bed. The sheets clung to his naked form as he untangled his legs from the bedclothes and stood. He was probably going to be scolded, and the thought made him scrunch his nose as he padded over the wooden floor to the large wardrobe. The young boy stretched, and light from the one window in his room trailed over the hills and valleys of his body, making every curve more pronounced. Thobius dropped his arms to his sides and sighed before he flung the doors of his wardrobe open and began to figure out what he would wear that day. He trailed his fingers over the fabrics before he hauled out an outfit and unceremoniously dropped it into the overstuffed chair.
What class was he even supposed to be going to? He mulled it over in his mind as he crossed to the desk and pulled open the drawer that had his hairbrush and other hygiene supplies. Meh, he would figure it out. The purple haired boy turned and shuffled back to the chair, and while still brushing his long tresses, he used his free hand to start hauling his clothing on. Slowly, inch by inch, the porcelain pale body was hidden from sight. Should he even still bother trying to get there? He was probably going to disrupt the class and honestly he would have liked nothing more then to just climb back into his bed and hide from the world.
The temptation was great, but then again he wouldn’t get anywhere staying in his room. Thobius pulled on his second boot and wiggled his toes to settle his foot comfortably into place before he pushed himself from his seat. His hair was a mess, so he twisted it up at the back of his neck and clipped it there. Tendrils of the mass escaped and fell around his face, accenting his features. What remained in the clip fell in a wave down and over it, hiding the accessory he used to style his locks. The boy didn’t even pause to think that this might make him look in the least bit feminine.
Not long later the door to his room shut behind him. The dorm that had started out so pristine now bore the marks of Thobius’ search for his school supplies. His desk drawers were left slightly ajar, the wardrobe was partially gutted, and his bed was still conspicuously rumpled. None of this seemed to phase the boy, however, as he walked as quickly as he could toward his fate.
