room 316 - very early saturday morning

[new_to_liirness]

He'd slept well most of the night, but the morning had brought fits and starts of things, flashes of gold behind his eyelids, both familiar and not. He knew he had detention today and so, with a small act of will, settled himself as best he could and pulled the covers over his head, reminding his body that it would need to be rested, dammit, as detention was necessary and so was packing and settling his affairs in order afterwards. But it felt as if he was grasping at sleep like a slippery fish, and one almost malicious. Blade-tipped scales.

[ooc: snapshot post: maximum 10, and this one especially, feel free to throw as rough as you like at him; open as long as it needs to be, no worries for jossing me]