Post by Zypher Aetai-Hiller on Jan 5, 2010 12:49:12 GMT -5
Zypher flopped onto his bed, his hands behind his head. School hadn't even started and he was already finding Ozora irritating. Looking around, he sighed. Must not have been finding the kid too annoying, because there was his perch. Zypher stood and ran his hands over it, the smooth wood punctured occasionally by sharp claws. On the ground rested a single white feather with black flecks on the edge. Stooping, he picked it up and sighed. Ozora was molting again.
Well, that partly explained why he was being so clingy. Shrugging, he threw the feather away and flopped back onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he just sighed. The room was getting hot, but if he opened the window, any privacy he'd had would go right out it.
Zypher just sighed again, raking his hair back out of his face. Now he was bored, but he didn't feel like going to see how Ozora was doing. The kid needed to learn how to be on his own; he couldn't live his life on Zypher's shoulder.
Maybe he should go find Ai and Demi. Or make a friend around his own age. Yeah, that would be good. Look in the university for a friend and not keep going to the academy. Also those Volkova girls were awfully pretty...
That's why you don't have any real friends, Zypher. You did it to yourself, he told himself, still lying exactly as he had staring at the ceiling. No one wants to be friends with someone who has a nasty temper and might light them on fire when they lose it. And the whole 'being certain you're going to die' thing really puts a damper on the whole 'having fun' part of hanging out. Maybe it's about time I realize that either I need to put that out of my mind or get used to being lonely.
Standing, he walked over to the window and threw it open. A kind of surrender maybe, letting Ozora back in, and letting the heat that his presence always created out. It always seemed that in winter he had a lot more friends than he did in the summer. Go figure.
Well, that partly explained why he was being so clingy. Shrugging, he threw the feather away and flopped back onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he just sighed. The room was getting hot, but if he opened the window, any privacy he'd had would go right out it.
Zypher just sighed again, raking his hair back out of his face. Now he was bored, but he didn't feel like going to see how Ozora was doing. The kid needed to learn how to be on his own; he couldn't live his life on Zypher's shoulder.
Maybe he should go find Ai and Demi. Or make a friend around his own age. Yeah, that would be good. Look in the university for a friend and not keep going to the academy. Also those Volkova girls were awfully pretty...
That's why you don't have any real friends, Zypher. You did it to yourself, he told himself, still lying exactly as he had staring at the ceiling. No one wants to be friends with someone who has a nasty temper and might light them on fire when they lose it. And the whole 'being certain you're going to die' thing really puts a damper on the whole 'having fun' part of hanging out. Maybe it's about time I realize that either I need to put that out of my mind or get used to being lonely.
Standing, he walked over to the window and threw it open. A kind of surrender maybe, letting Ozora back in, and letting the heat that his presence always created out. It always seemed that in winter he had a lot more friends than he did in the summer. Go figure.