hysteria_.+

[ace]

Kids break the dishes, they crash on the floor;
Parents hate the noise and shove them out the door;
Robots steal emotions, hide them under their beds;
It gets them so excited...

BLINK. Strawberry shaded eyes stared full ahead at the solid wall. There was no meaning behind the action in the least; it was just a way to pass the time. He didn't really know what he was doing there but he was there anyhow. And it was late, meaning he should be in the dorm. Instead he sat in his strawberry jammies, legs crossed and hands clasped in his lap, attempting to stare holes through the wall. He shouldn't be up and about at this time; he was aware of that, but he wasn't tired.

Ace snaked his tongue out, playing with the snakebites in his lip. A hum had started up under his breath so as to keep him company- a song by Scarling. He leaned forward slightly, one hand snaking up to twist and play with blond strands of hair. His free hand made itself useful by pressing a thumb to his lips, forcing them to part slightly, his tongue having already aborted its playtime with the rings.

Hide && Seek.

Wouldn't that be a fun game to play? It was the one game he held above all others. A little twinkle shone in his eyes, which were peering through a curtain of unruly hair. He bit his thumb, widening his eyes silghtly. Boooored, that's what he was. But at the same time, he didn't want anyone to show up- let alone a Professor or Prefect. Being as timid as he was, and his problem with hysteria, it wouldn't do any good for someone to come along. Would it?

Ace bit his thumb harder, stray thoughts popping up here and there. No, no- it probably wouldn't be good for someone to show. He'd get quiet and stutter. No good could come of that. The Kinomi played with the fabric of his pants, less interested in the wall then when he started. Just staring was starting to become a boring game, he needed something more fun. But whatever could he do?

I should have gone to the kitchens.

A small pout tilted his lips and he leaned back slightly. The kitchen really would have been a good idea seeing as how strawberries may be found there. Mhm. And strawberries were mm-mm-good. Who couldn't love them? Ace smiled slightly around his thumb. His too quiet father didn't like them nor did his too careful mother; it made him feel special to know it wasn't something that had been passed down. So special...

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