Horribly OOC...oh lord
(Celexa is walking around with an unsure look on his face. His clothes are wrinkled and his hair is ruffled, as if he just crawled out of bed and could care less about how he looked. He holds an instruction manual in his hand, looking confused as he reads over it. He approaches you, poking your shoulders softly but looking meek) I-I'm sorry to interrupt you, but....I can't figure out how to get my DVD recorder to work...and Sailor Moon comes on in two hours.