[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443553828874/CQrs.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Fair > Nemos Office
[color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443860004934/Screenshot_20210223-112042_Instagram-1-1.jpg]First Day Fit[/url][/center]
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Tears streamed down his face as Dorian sniffled, wiping them from his eyes as he floated onwards. The brief action must've caused him not to notice the old man that was before him. A question hung in the back of his mind, wondering if he had been there a second ago, before it was instantly replaced with warning bells. He looked down at his hands, they were still spectral as was he, so how was this man capable of seeing him. Wait. How was it that he bumped off him [i]at all?[/i] When the man finally spoke, it sent a brief chill down his spine like a child who'd been caught. But as he heard his words and tone, Dorian's shoulders relaxed as tension melted away. 

He didn't know what to say, or even if he could be heard at all. What he did know was that for some reason this man's presence felt comforting. Maybe it was the fake accent, or the kind offer of tea and an ear to listen. So he simply nodded his head silently as he followed the strange man down the school corridors. Not more than a few steps in and Percy came running right past them, stumbling down to the floor and landing on his knees. Dorian wanted to extend a hand to help him, lift him up, but he was certain that he was the last person Percy wanted help from. Diana's voice called out from behind them and Dorian took that as a sign to leave towards Nemo's office. It was a short walk, only down a couple corridors as they made it towards a door that opened up to one of the strangest rooms.

Most of the furniture was dark wood, oak if he had to guess. It looked like something his father would love. Decorations littered the room with knick knacks and various chotchkies that seemed to span from the distant past to the far off future. Some of the items even seemed legit if it wasn't for the fact that time travel didn't exist. As Dorian's eyes danced around the room, across a battered old trunk, down to Nemos desk, there sat an old photograph. It was worn enough that the faces weren't visible anymore. Or so it seemed through his mist covered eyes. He flickered in and out of view for a moment before he gave one last sniffle and came back from the Astral Plane. 

[Center][Color=CC99FF]"You're not a fish"[/color][/center]

Those were the first words that he said to the man. He sat in an empty chair, chewing on his lower lip as he tried to think about what to say. Why did he follow him? Why didn't he just head to his dorm? Finally he let out an exasperated groan before flopping his arms and head onto Nemos desk. [Color=CC99FF]"Today sucks."[/color] He mumbled into the desk, cheek pressed against the cold dark wood. [Color=CC99FF]"It's my birthday, [i]none[/i] of my friends even got me gifts, my best friend in the whole wide world ruins an amazing meetcute with this adorable guy, and then I get yelled because my powers go astray, and everyone's watching, and it's so much pressure to be the one who does things right, and I just wanted to have fun at the Carnival while eating food, getting readings, and meeting cute boys!"[/color] Another exasperated groan came out as he buried his head into his arms. 

[Color=CC99FF]"I just wish I could turn back the clock…start today over."[/color]