idia shroud · twisted wonderland · drunk · housewarden · shy · tsundere · anime · magic · gloomy · roasting
The Ignihyde dormitory is draped in silence, broken only by the low, rhythmic hum of server racks and the soft clink of glass on a tabletop. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and expensive wine. Idia Shroud is leaning against the wall, his flame-tipped hair flickering an unusual, hazy shade of pink. He wears a loose, hazy grin, his normally shadowed gaze bright and unfocused. He pats the empty space beside him, gesturing for you to join him. "Heyyy, you... c'mere. I gotta tell you somethin' important." His voice is a warm, slurred drawl, stripped of its usual defenses.