[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]: 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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Dorian buried his head further into his arms as he lay across Sir Nemo's desk. Listening to the old man as he muttered away trying to piece together his earlier comment. As if to accentuate the end of Nemo's sentence, a Kettle began to whistle, causing his head to look up. [Color=CC99FF][i]When did 'e put t'e Kettle on?[/i][/color]  His gaze focused on the steam rising out of the spout, lost in thought until the sound of clinking glass, or perhaps porcelain, filled the room. [Color=CC99FF][i]Right. 'e'd mentioned tea…[/i][/color] Though Dorian struggled to recall the events, his mind quickly began filling in the blanks. Nemo must have set the kettle to boil as he was rubbing his eyes free of tears, he'd only now noticed it because it began to whistle. That's all.

At the very least that's what Dorian wanted to believe. A new scent hit the air as its aroma wafted and filled the space before him. Sure the tea being pulled out was loose leaf, no real indication of type or flavor, but Dorian instantly knew. He'd often times compared the scent to that of Fruit Loops, lavender mixed in with black tea. It was - Sir Neml interrupted his thoughts as he finished Dorian's mental sentence. Earl Grey, precisely that. He stared at the cup of tea for a moment before stammering out his appreciation. [Color=CC99FF]"Th-thank you."[/color] He was at a loss for words as he went through the motions of adding the vanilla before tossing in a dash of cream. 

A part of him wondered if Sir Nemo knew, or perhaps this was just a favorite of the old gay man. A thought that made Dorian internally cringe as he felt the years pack on with that mental statement. As the liquid within the cup began to change hues from a dingy brown, to an amber, and finally a deep red, all tinted opaque by the added cream, he noticed a dish on the desk he hadn't seen before. It was full of strange…candies? Pastries? Some odd sort of sweet he hadn't seen. He didn't bother asking, reaching over and taking one before plopping it into his mouth and carefully chewing the delicious treat as he listened to Sir Nemo's tale. He'd wanted to interrupt a dozen times, asking about his powers, how they went nutso, as well as how he met his love and where he was now. 

He'd already grabbed several more Turkish delights subconsciously, waiting for a moment to ask all his questions. Before Dorian could ask, he was presented with a gift. The same package he'd seen the old man carrying outside was now being gifted to him. He pocketed the remaining Turkish Delights in order to free up his hands before delicately unwrapping the present. His eyes lit up, looking down at the gift, then towards Nemo, then back down at the gift. Inside lay a perfectly preserved dinosaur fossil, a front claw of the Spinosaurus. Aside from making an amazing room decoration, it was also a remarkable gift to even see given how most of these specimens fossils were lost during wars. [Color=CC99FF]"Por moi? T'ank you. I…t'ank you…"[/color]

Dorian was at a loss for words, which was saying a lot. In all his years he'd never heard of faculty giving students birthday presents, let alone to him. Was this Junior privilege? After years of being here did they start to give him recognition? His thoughts were cut off as he felt his phone vibrate within his pocket. He carefully placed the box on his lap before fishing out his phone and seeing Dannis' message towards the family group chat. It seemed he was already making plans to try and make amends for the jacket, they'd have to figure out where Percy was staying so they could drop it off later. Dorian sent a quick text back to Danni before he flipped his phone closed, placing it back into his pockets.

His eyes were still slightly red from the previous tears shed, but by now all of those feelings had washed away. There was a ghost of a smile on his face as he looked towards the gift once more. [Color=CC99FF]"Merci Sir Nemo. T'is means a lot to me, but I t'ink its time I rejoin mon amis. T'ey're probably worried about me. I'd hate to waste good tea…I'll bring it back after I drop off my gift in my room. Promise."[/color] Dorian grabbed the tea cup, placing the gift under his arm the same way that Nemo had been holding it when they ran into each other. Today was finally looking up again, a new revitalized pep in his step as he sipped at his tea while making his way up to room 602.

As he apporached his door however, he noticed a piece of paper taped to it. Dorian rolled his eyes, figuring that perhaps it was another weird note from some kid in this school. They were harmless love notes, something he and Danni could laugh about later as they guessed who could possibly be writing them. [I]But[/i] he supposed it was par for the course when you had an online following and personality. He began to read the note, attempting to take a sip of his tea but freezing in horror instead. Without realizing it he'd let go, dropping the teacup as the sounds of shattering porcelain brought him away from the horrid words. 

[Center][color=CC99FF]"Fuck"[/color][/center]

[Hider=Text to Danni][color=CC99FF]"Hey, I'm feeling much better…gonna drop something off at the dorm room. Let you know when I'm back out."[/color][/hider]