[u][b]Regis Dimitrios[/b][/u]

As usual, Regis set his alarm for 6:00am. He got up from bed at 5:23. He woke at 4:52. That night had not been a restful slumber. Despite his bed and bed side being perfectly lined with his precious plush toys, he found his fuzzy friends were of little comfort as he twisted and turned in his new bed, at his new room, at his new home, with his new partner and this new nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But staring at a ceiling you cannot see leaves little room for distraction, so Regis was left with a bizarre question he had not considered until he talked with Monty.

'Was there something wrong with Regis?'

After a long session of 'not sleeping' he concluded that there was nothing wrong with him and the fact he spent so long pondering it was the strange thing itself. So what if his partner didn't have some of the basic necessities in life, like maids or proper amounts of belongings, that didn't indicate Regis was strange. That meant [i]Monty[/i] was strange! But his new partner was cute, so he forgave him for this obvious abnormality. He wasn't sure what poverty the poor fellow had been living in up to this point (definitely a scholarship student), but it was surely quite horrific! What a cruel world!

He got 2 hours sleep at most. Waking up in pitch black, completely awake and realising that no matter how hard he cuddled Sir Bernaldino the Grizzly Bear he wasn't going to get another wink of sleep wasn't the greatest feeling, so instead of torturing himself he just decided the get on with his schedule. He trudged to the bathroom, sluggishly shrugging off his clothes, and reached to the faucet as an odd thought occurred to him. Was this going to wake up Monty? The actual thought itself wasn't the odd part, so much the fact he thought it at all. For some reason that seemed... unlike himself. No matter. Aside from covering the gap under the door with a towel so most of the light would go unnoticed, there wasn't a whole lot he could do except hope Monty was a heavy sleeper, or that the walls were thick enough to muffle the sound.

After a 20 minute shower using his own body wash, shampoo and conditioner (he wasn’t going to use the stuff the Academy had given them, he had standards!), he clicked his tongue in annoyance when he realised that if the shower hadn’t woken his partner, then a blow dryer certainly would. His hair was considerably lengthy, and if he doesn’t straighten it then it would go completely bonkers. He can’t use a flat iron on wet hair! He’d have to wait until he knew Monty was up. Wow, living with another person was so needlessly annoying. At least when he lived with those idiots the year before he didn’t give a damn if he woke them at 2am because he had a sudden craving for orange juice or the urge to play his favourite rock music without headphones.

Marvelling at his own thoughtfulness he decided to just straighten it later. He dried off, put on his clothes, wrapped his damp hair in a towel and brought out his large makeup kit from under the sink. After doing his usual routine of shaving and contouring his beautiful face, he peeked out of the bathroom to check the clock. 6:10. It took him under an hour to get his shower and makeup done, along with brushing his teeth, and he hadn’t even straightened his hair yet. On a normal day when Monty would have to use the bathroom too, would he manage to get everything done in time? How long would his partner need to use the bathroom? With a sage nod, he knew there was a simple solution to save time. Get into the shower together with-— Whoa, hormones, calm.

Eh, he would figure that out later. For now, he had some time. Opening up the only cooking book he had in his collection to a bookmarked page, a guide on baking pastries which he had been pouring over the night before, Regis tried to cram in as much information as he could to deal with the bold faced lie he told Monty about his cooking skills. He vaguely noted an alarm clock sound out from the room across, noting his partner’s 6:30 start. Finally. He grabbed his hair dryer and flat iron from the bathroom before Monty apprehended it, and got to work now that noise wasn’t an issue. Breakfast started at 7, blow drying could often take as long as 20 minutes but he squeezed out as much water as he could beforehand so it would probably just take 10, however straightening it could take as long as an hour if he wanted it to be perfect, but a hurried job could probably take 30 minutes and... wow, why was looking so fantastic such a damned chore?

Finishing up drying his hair and five minutes into straightening with a small portable mirror propped up on his desk, he heard a few knocks at the partition and the sound of the door opening. "Hey Regis? I'm gonna head to the dining hall to find my sister and friends. You're welcome to join us for breakfast, Felicity and Nancy are pretty friendly."

Regis blinked and frowned. He hated being seen before he was properly prepared, and he had barely even started assembling his mess of black hair. “Could you [i]not[/i]— Uh, I mean, sure thing! I’d love to! Just give me, uh, ten minutes and I’ll meet you there.” Ten minutes!? Why did he say that? He needed at least twenty! You’re not supposed to rush the hair straightening process! It’s a sacred ritual!

Rushing the sacred hair straightening ritual, he got it done in 15 minutes instead. Giving a quick check in the bathroom mirror that everything was in order – his hair wasn’t quite at the level he would have normally wanted but it would suffice – he rushed out the door and headed to the cafeteria. Moving at a swift walking pace, he made it to the wide (and considerably busy) hall. Lining up at the buffet and struggling to see past the mass of people in front of him, he grabbed some fruit salad and black tea with some milk. Only healthy stuff for him!... except for the chocolate muffin he also took. After searching for a minute or so, he spotted a recognisable blob of blonde hair, and made his way over to the table with a smile on his face. 

“Ah, Monty, good morn—“ Regis trailed off as he saw a highly dangerous looking individual sitting across from his partner.

Who was this thug? He remembered Monty saying his twin sister was called Felicity, and that his friend was Nancy. Considering the woman resembled Monty as much as a human being resembled a piece of nuclear weaponry, he either assumed that this was Nancy or some random punk pestering the poor man. And considering the colour that surrounded the woman was either irritation, tiredness or some combination of the two, he knew instantly that this was some villain! In the Academy, of all places!

“Monty! Is this delinquent harassing you?!”

[@The Errorist][@onenote]