[center][color=slategray][h1][b]Gray[/b][/h1]
Dorm XII, 5:20 AM
Bothering: Karu [@DeathXtheXTree][/color][/center]

Mornings never agreed with Gray. 

As a devout believer in energy conservation, the daily event was simply filled with far too many steps that each required an obnoxious amount of effort for him to ever consider it worth it. Of course, this explanation never seemed to convince the lab coats, much to the Godslayer’s dismay. And with his alarms blaring, as they had been for the past 20 minutes, he was beginning to wonder how anyone could fool themselves into believing that mornings weren’t the true enemy that needed to be defeated. 

For the time being, Gray was able to tune out the varied alarm calls that were echoing throughout his room, which was shockingly tidy considering who dwelled in it, by firmly pressing his pillow to his face. Thankfully the small room he resided in was completely soundproofed, if only for the fact that his morning ritual could likely wake the dead. It wasn’t much, as it was as bare bones and nondescript as the rooms came, but it had a bed that was comfortable enough and that was about all he truly cared about.  

Alas, a pillow could only muffle the cacophony of multiple alarm clocks going off for so long before his need to silence their screams overwhelmed his indolent nature.  So with a heavy sigh of defeat, Gray finally shoved himself off of his bed. This triggered the motion sensors in his room to shut off one of the alarms that had been needling his eardrums all too incessantly.  

It was a clever system, really, as the lab coats learned all too quickly that Gray was prone to abuse his power to shut off normal alarm clocks without even leaving his bed, regardless of how often they switched up their locations on him. So clever, in fact, that merely getting out of bed only turned off one of his three alarms. Thus, Gray all but dragged his body across his barren room to the bathroom, which rewarded him with the death of the second alarm. A groggy hand rubbed at his eyes, which were still rather cross with him for trying to keep them open, as his other one reached over and pawed at his sink until it turned on. 

Sweet, blissful silence filled the room once he finished brushing his teeth and turned off the faucet, as it had been discovered after many tests that this was the point that Gray could truly be defined as “awake.” But glaring back at him in the mirror was a face that had an annoyed grimace etched into it and a rather unkempt mess of raven black hair that he had absolutely no interest in bothering with. 

The expression didn’t improve much as he got dressed in his usual black pants and grayish blue long sleeve shirt. Slogging all the way to the Auditorium didn’t help it much either, as he was still miffed about the big wigs coming down on him for using his Ability “needlessly” to traverse the facility. Needless to say, Gray wasn’t all that enthused that he was about to get even more work, but some strange part that he didn’t like to acknowledge seemed to welcome the sense of purpose.

Thankfully, the weird feeling didn’t get a chance to last long, as he was just around the corner from his destination. A quick glance at his bracelet informed him that he had ten minutes to spare, which resulted in a small “tch” to escape him. Virgil would doubtlessly show him up at this rate, as the two had always unconsciously competed to see who the bigger slacker was, but he also couldn’t be bothered to try and outdo him at this point. The doors were already open, which was a small victory that he was willing to take.

His first glance into the room revealed a great many faces, some of which he even recognized. And among those, there were even some that he knew to stay well away from. But before he could strategically choose his seat, an all too familiar sucking noise filled the room. Gray let out a discontented sigh, knowing exactly who it was coming from without even looking, but felt a small grin tugging at his cheeks despite himself.

[color=slategray]”Do you have to be such a menace so early in the morning?”[/color] he asked the red head, ruffling her hair in typical obnoxious-older-brother fashion as he took his seat behind her.