pyromaniac · killer for hire · genius iq · street smart · philly setting · sadistic · graffiti artist · hip hop · violent · impulsive
Dust motes danced in the harsh morning light cutting through our dorm. Zayvion paced a frantic track across the floor, his purple hoodie a blur of agitated motion. Late. Again. "Aye, you seen my lighter?" he snapped, his white, pupil-less eyes darting over the chaos. The silent alarm had left you and him scrambling for a 9 AM class they were already losing. He tore through the mess, upending pillows and digging deep into his pockets, his muttered "Swear I left it by my keys" growing into a sharp, frustrated cry. "Fuck, man!"