♕Nintey days delinquent :: The king has arrived // Open [Haunting the Ambrosia Dorm hallway at dusk]
His skin burnt, an itchy trigger finger; index and thumb form the shape of a gun pointed at his mirror image eyeing the reflection in the window. Wastrel; a ghost (sickly paled skin and white blond hair) with a whisper of fabric the only supporting factor of substance. Considering the piece of shit standard issue clothing forced against his skin and the pansy flower or some fucking thing woven into the fabric. He had his sleeves bunched up tight into his elbow, unbuttoned to his chest. He hovered a little outside himself; an inch overlapping either side. Closest thing to safe he'd encountered; replacing his cocky face.
Reita shoved the mock gun into his pocket, set at a seventyfive degree slouch to thud thud thud across the floor, knocking the fist of his left hand still encased in bandages against the walls; thin plaster denting with the force of even his weakest hand. He'd tried a window along the way, only smirked for the recoil as the pane just flexed under attack.
If he'd known these halls were going to stink so much though he would have tied more than just a bandage across his nose; gagging loud enough for the sound to echo.