[indent][u][b]February 7th; 1:26 PM
Lycus Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/b][/u][/indent]

It had been a good day. 

Mal had been out for a little venture about the town; doing some work at the gym to pay Persephone back for breaking so much of her equipment, catching up with old friends he'd made- both former Vanguard employees who'd stuck around below the waves after their official duties had ended and a few of the locals he'd met and worked with in those days. Wandered the bazaar for a bit. Picked up some groceries on the way home...

All in all, it had been a good day.

Which is quite perplexing how we now find Mal, standing in the now open doorway of his dorm. Grocery bag gripped in one hand while the other still remained wrapped around the coral door-handle, seemingly gripping it so tightly that it'd make one wonder why it hadn't snapped under the force and watching the trio sorting through his personal affects with all the grace and tact of a bull in a china shop.

His brow twitched.

It [i]had[/i] been a good day.

[color=orangered]"Oh, hey."[/color] The boy finally spoke after a moment of silence, loud enough to get the attention of the assembled interlopers. Calm, but with a peculiar edge to it. [color=orangered]"So..."[/color]

His tone was a recognizable sign to those who knew him that he was more than a little [i]angry[/i] about what was going on here.

As was the uncharacteristic unfriendly smile that accompanied it.  

[color=orangered]"Mind telling me what the honest-to-god [i]fuck[/i] you're all doing?"[/color]