The bright orange icon pinged once more before she had clicked it,
"Hey."
"Hey, you there?"
"Helloooo~"
"Shorty, are you alive? HELLOOOO~"
"Ping."
"Ping.."
"Pingping."
"Ohwellfineignoremeiseehowitis*Sniffle*" (Oh well fine, ignore me i see how it is. *Sniffle*)

And behind this array of short and quick messages sat a six-foot two teen looking to be around eighteen or nineteen lounged back in his small but comfortable computer chair, his neck bent at an awkward angle, resting on the top of their chair's back and his shoulder length silk-like death-black hair strewn about his face. He sighed, continually blowing several strands of black silk out of his mouth and failing horribly his first few attempts. "Life's so damn boring, i just... Ugh..." he muttered.

The room around him was just as dark as hers if not darker, though no windows adorned the wall, just phantom-like posters of various anime dotting the wall all around, the very least bit visible in this cold dark hole he called a room, due to the sun-like light from his computer screen and the bright white text box that was Skype. The blinding white light was just barely powerful enough to illuminate what was visible of his emotionless face, bare chest and the waistband of his navy blue jeans, the button and fly left wide open, a relatively small, realistic-looking snake on his boxers peaking out from within. Though, he obviously couldn't have cared less.