Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Sunday Afternoon
Thanks to the care package that had handwavingly arrived from Fuijin on Friday, and the pretty little bottle of glowing liquid it had contained, Seifer had slept for damn near 48 hours, and felt much better for it. This meant the tall blond had slept through the welcome picnic the day before and had absolutely no idea that there was newbies on the island.
Of course, that still wouldn't have stopped him from standing at the counter in the small kitchen area, in just his boxers, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while he watched television. He had no idea what started this world's fascination with these 'reality' shows, but he was quickly understanding the addiction. Especially this one about those stupid people from Jersey or something.
The orange skin was kind of terrifying. And the hair. Definitely the hair.
Of course, that still wouldn't have stopped him from standing at the counter in the small kitchen area, in just his boxers, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while he watched television. He had no idea what started this world's fascination with these 'reality' shows, but he was quickly understanding the addiction. Especially this one about those stupid people from Jersey or something.
The orange skin was kind of terrifying. And the hair. Definitely the hair.