Snippet #1570282

Shade was comfortably settled into his seat, no Cherry, no problems. First he wasn't in their room when he returned with his laundry, and now he didn't have to look at him during orientation either. Oh he could get used to this. His attention was soon pulled from the front of the room to some sort of commotion behind him. Some higher power must not have wanted him to have any peace, because without even turning around, Shade knew that voice anywhere. He started drumming his fingers against his legs to try and keep his composure, but the annoyance was written all over his face. Dare he turn around and see what scene was unfolding behind him?

He glanced over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye just in time to see the guy that was sitting behind him, on the floor...with his pants down. "Someone please kill me." He muttered to himself under his breath. He was very much alive and very agitated. That tapping noise was going to drive him insane and he didn't even want to think about the germs that existed on the bottom of his shoes. As much as he wanted to stand up and start yelling, he couldn't. Instead he, painfully, envisioned a picture of Cherry and opted to talk to him with his mind. He didn't need to look at people to use his telepathy, he just needed to imagine their face.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you liked me. You always seem to be finding new ways to get my attention." He smiled to himself smugly, grateful he had such a useful ability up his sleeve.