Day 24: Sun Room
Aidou was, above all, obstinate in his decision not to interact with any more idiotic people. Going outside to join the herd? Yeah, he'd just be asking for it in doing such a thing. So he chose the only other option given to him by his nurse - if not for being too smart to ignore the potential repercussions, he would've backhanded her long ago - and stayed indoors.
The Sun Room, as a common lounge, was really no better than being outside. As a vampire, sunlight wasn't harmful. It was just being awake when he should be asleep that was the most irritating thing. Asleep, in his own dormitory. In his four poster. With his duvet pulled up over his head, and the scent of lavender. What a pain, making do with all these commoner things! He moved into the Sun Room without much concern; no one appeared to be in there, leaving only the annoyingly observant faces peering down from the second floor hallways.
Baring his fangs at them wouldn't aid him much, either. But it was tempting, so tempting.
Being treated as a celebrity provided the benefits of personal space, whether it was provided by the intervention of Guardians, or the general consensus that he was too blatantly a member of the upper echelons to approach (although even the most coy girls tended to gravitate towards him, the same for shy guys and Night Class girls. Hormones were like that). Being imprisoned as the others, and degraded in the same manner, was seriously annoying in that it voided the status quo.
Aidou gave a harsh sigh, ruffling his hair. Two days. Two days.
Something had to change soon. Or else.
The Sun Room, as a common lounge, was really no better than being outside. As a vampire, sunlight wasn't harmful. It was just being awake when he should be asleep that was the most irritating thing. Asleep, in his own dormitory. In his four poster. With his duvet pulled up over his head, and the scent of lavender. What a pain, making do with all these commoner things! He moved into the Sun Room without much concern; no one appeared to be in there, leaving only the annoyingly observant faces peering down from the second floor hallways.
Baring his fangs at them wouldn't aid him much, either. But it was tempting, so tempting.
Being treated as a celebrity provided the benefits of personal space, whether it was provided by the intervention of Guardians, or the general consensus that he was too blatantly a member of the upper echelons to approach (although even the most coy girls tended to gravitate towards him, the same for shy guys and Night Class girls. Hormones were like that). Being imprisoned as the others, and degraded in the same manner, was seriously annoying in that it voided the status quo.
Aidou gave a harsh sigh, ruffling his hair. Two days. Two days.
Something had to change soon. Or else.