[center][h1][color=92278f]Aurel Fuchs[/color][/h1][/center][hr][color=gray][b]Location::[/b] Cabins => Cafeteria
[b]Interacting With::[/b] Snow ([@addamas])[/color][hr][hider=If you just want to get to the important part, skip this]Aurel could only wish this was some sorta dream. It felt so real, yet his mind processed the information if it was some sort of dream-like fantasy. Of course, it wasn't as he was roused from his stupor, eyes fluttering open with a soft, nearly soundless yawn... before a spark was sent down his spine, causing an uncontrollable shiver to shoot through his body.

... now that he was considering it, sleeping shirtless in a cabin without air conditioning proooobably not the best of ideas, even with a blanket... but regardless, that wasn't going to stop him from his usual morning routine as she launched himself from the bed, stretching all while trying to ignore the cool atmosphere.

The cabin was the same as the rest based on what he saw - bed, desk, chair, closet, etc; not too indistinguishable if you asked him... regardless, Aurel shook a bit before giving the stuffed bunny a light squeeze before hiding it away somewhere in his cabin.

Quickly he marched over to the closet and swiftly began sifting through the collection of identical clothing pieces, from custom swimsuits, similarly designed shirts and jackets, running attire, etc. He plucked away at the same set he had, as well as jumping into his running attire (not like he was wearing much before, just some underwear).

He wasn't just going to change his schedule just because snared with other students here... no, no... but he would... alter it. The air outside was chilling as the thief suppressed the chattering of his teeth. The faint outline of the sun could be barely gleaned on the horizon as darkness still reigned over this prison.

With a short sigh, he began his morning run, carrying along-side some clothes and a towel as he investigated each cabin door, jogging in place when he inspected each one, seeking some way to conclude if the person within was awake or not...

... whether or not he found some sign was irrelevant as Aurel began to jog around the campsite, going counter-clockwise, going from the cabins, passing the mess hall, etc. In fact he only really stopped to deposit his clothes on one of the bathroom stalls, hanging it up from the side.

Even if someone were to steal it, he always had some extras.

Other than that, he continued to run, enjoying the silence, listening to the rhythm of his breath, breathing in and out, in tandem with his run... though it was lonely. Every now and then he would glance to his side, pondering on the what ifs of inviting Ryuma or Snow out for a run with him before shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh.

Once he worked up a decent enough sweat, he slowly trudged towards the showers; he felt the heat of his body warding off the assaults of windswept chills that struck him on his way back.

By now, the sun was peaking a bit over the horizon as he entered the empty bathroom, smiling a bit to himself as he found his clothes were still there - good. No pranks or strange occurrences seemed to happen as he entered the same stall and stripped before turning on the water.

... what only followed was a rather hilarious, effeminate screech as Aurel was bombarded with cold water. He clasped his mouth as he flew back from the shower-head, almost banging against the door. That was just... the thief could only blush furiously at the way he had reacted, praying that no one heard him. Really, this whole scene was just as embarrassing as that speech he made... yesterday.

... ggggghhhhuuuuuUUUUUAAAAAH! WHY?! He clenched his teeth and furiously ruffled through his air, silently cursing himself for such a ridiculous endeavor! Just, ugh! Every reaction, bad or otherwise (mostly bad) was playing out in his head, slowly amplifying like a speaker, the volume cranking up to an almost unbearable degree.

This lasted a few minutes as he stood out there in the cold, frustrated at that whole delivery, not even bothering to enter the now warm water until this extreme reimagining of events cooled down and even then, that wasn't enough to detract from the small thoughts that still pierced his mind. Ugh, with that said...[/hider]
A few minutes had passed since he entered the Bathroom Area, with the sound of drizzling water soon evaporating into the air. The sweat ridden clothes hung on the side of the shower door, along with pieces of Aurel's usual duds... well, they did.

Every few seconds one piece would disappear, starting with the pants and going all the way up to his shirt and goggles. After that was all set and done, the door slowly creaked open with the thief stretching a bit from the refreshing shower. He did this for a bit as the thought of yesterday continued worming it way into his mind before slapping the sides of his cheeks.

With a quick huff, he tried to puff up his chest, which only really looked like him trying to imitate a Peacock if there was a lack of context, to help him steel against what would come next - the meeting.

Snatching his clothes and towel, Aurel tossed it over the side of his shoulder, forcing himself to the best of his abilities to recall everything he investigated with the group. Approaching the door, he steadily pressed the door open, striding on outside. The thief didn't expect to see anyone else up this early.

... much less someone looking like the latest fashion disaster. Aurel kept his cool upon witnessing Snow, holding back his utter shock at seeing her up this early... as well as her current appearance.

He suppressed himself even further, lips firm, head staring off to the side per usual, with a glance that could put this weather to shame. [color=92278f]"... uh, morning, Snow..."[/color]

The way she reacted was... not one he expected to incur from the lady... visibly recoiling, holding a hand to her chest as if she was suffering from a heart attack, and the sudden speed at which she swiveled her head away. His lip fell a bit, almost agape with confusion until he recalled that... right, he was still... "invisible."

Aurel winced a bit, uncomfortable of the sudden spook as she obscured her visage. This was when he slowly rotated his own to face her, just a bit, uttering only two things - [color=92278f]"... s-sorry, Snow."[/color] Of course, as he murmured that, she met his gaze, albeit very briefly. This was when his eyes widened for a second and quickly pivoted back to its prior position, staring straight off to the side, appearing as morose and uncaring to the world.

[color=999cc8]"Why are you looking away?"[/color] ... what? He... always did this though?

[color=999cc8]"You are [i]so[/i] rude... It's not [i]my[/i] fault I didn't get any sleep!"[/color] Aurel was visibly appalled and befuddled, mouthing a what, as  singular brow shot up. For a moment, he was still, wondering if she just had a bad dream about him or something... which honestly just caused his shoulders to sulk a bit. He held a quivering hand to try and... console the young lady, if he could, but she just ignored the gesture, muttering under her breath as she stomped past the thief while wiping her arms across her face.

Pivoting his whole body around, Aurel just stared at the back of her head, slowly curling and pulling back his held out hand as if grasping something. [color=92278f]"Snow, are you-"[/color]

She didn't even respond, entering into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him with such an extreme bang that he could of visibly jumped out of his clothes, let alone his skin... it didn't help that the the squaking of birds and the ruffled fluttering of wings followed.

Instead of just heading to the cafeteria, he just approached the door and gave it a light tap. Sighing, he couldn't comprehend what to say next, but he had a faint idea of what the issue was with that grim reminder, her own words... [color=92278f]"Snow, what's... are y-... mmm..."

"..."

"... I'm... sorry."[/color] What followed was silence, standing there for what felt like and eternity. That was the best response he could think up at the moment as the thief began to doubt himself. He would of just dejectedly headed away, if not for the response he received.

[color=999cc8]"...I'm fine...just leave..."[/color] The way she sounded felt less... abrasive, and more sullen... defeated. Aurel didn't honestly know how to respond, but it made him feel a little better... but there was something swelling inside him. The thief just wanted to reply, but nothing escaped his lips, and instead he just left her to her own devices, hoping it would all turn out ok in the end.
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A small grumble escaped from the thief's stomach as the doors to the cafeteria creaked, gradually opening up. If it wasn't for the fact that Aurel tried to deliberately appeared, it would look as if both doors were thrown wide open by a specter, or the machinations of Monokuma...

... but the sight of food being laid out almost caused him to have a minor freakout and vanish from thin air. This was followed by him taking a few deep breaths and listlessly rushing towards the entrance to the kitchen and passed by a few sandwich filled tables. Beyond this, the thiefdidn't even bother interacting with anyone else as the door to the deeper recesses of the building suddenly opened and slammed shut.

Taking a bite out of one of the sandwich... mmm, this was pretty good... he began scuffling about, noiselessly scuttling and examining each nook and cranny from the prior day. What he found was rather... baffling.

He took stock of what they consumed the other day, yet, the pantries, fridges, and everything... it was all, well, restocked!

An exasperated breath of relief escaped his lips as that was one worry that left his mind - that no one would actually have to starve... ugh, that was just a relief... of course that meant multiple things in his mind, but still.

[color=92278f]"I guess Flare figured it out before the rest of us,"[/color] a stray thought escaped from him as he leaned against the refrigerator, nibbling away at the sandwich he assumed the Guide Dog Trainer made as he sunk to the floor. As he continued chipping away at the meal, he was also drowning in a sea of his own musings, each thought tearing at his mind in one direction or another.

It wasn't until he finally devoured the small meal was when the more prominent event between him and the Hair Dresser was suddenly yanked to the forefront. The boy began to slightly sulk a bit, before suddenly lighting up; sure, the situation they were in was shitty, but that didn't mean he shouldn't try to make it better, even just a bit.

Rising up, he silently sifted through the pantries and fridge... looking for something to drink, as well as a couple of cups... mmm, what about milk? That sounded good right?