[indent][u][b]February 7th; 1:33 PM
Lycus Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/b][/u][/indent]

Mal's eyes remained locked forward, still seemingly boring a hole straight through the wall where she'd been standing with the express intent of burning them and everything behind them for another three miles straight to the fucking ground. Even if the rest of his face remained entirely neutral the whole while.

After a long, dragging few seconds of silence the teen finally spoke, addressing his roommate still standing in the doorway without even looking up at him. His tone, though still outwardly calm, rapidly beginning to warp and twist into something far more malevolent.

It was sometimes easy to forget that, through all the jokes, laughter and banter, Malcolm was still a [i]very angry young man,[/i] deep down inside. He just made a point of keeping it in check.

...Until someone pushed the right buttons, that is.

[color=orangered][b]"Get in here. Close the door. [i]Now."[/i][/b][/color]