The sleep medication had worn off a few minutes ago. Louvel Regis rolled over on his stark white bedspread, flipping onto his stomach and consequently making his grey sweatpants hike up. The nineteen year old groaned, and eyed the room with bleary eyes. The young man liked his room a lot. It was spacious, and relatively lacking in the 'creative' department, but it was moderately isolated and had plenty of windows to allow the blessed sunlight in. The said sunlight, however, was shining on Louvel's sleepy eyes, further pushing him to wake up. Finally, the mentally unbalanced boy swung his torso upright, and staggered a few feet forward, narrowly dodged one of the many moving-in boxes that cluttered his living space. Louvel growled, eyeing the offending cube suspiciously. Obviously, it had done that on purpose. His bare foot connected with the cardboard side, sending the mostly empty box skidding across the hardwood floor to the other side of the attic space. That ought to teach the evil thing a lesson. Barely conscious of the fact that he was tugging on a pale long-sleeved shirt. The thing was a tad bit too large on Louvel, with the sleeves easily reaching his knuckles and the neckline slipping over one shoulder. The color of the shirt was unusual for Louvel, and it made his grey skin tone all the more pronounced. The room-rentee's ebony hair stuck up from all angles, falling in his face in the perfect image of a 'bed head'. When Louvel finally managed to get himself to the nearby attic bathroom, the only thing he did to correct his rather mussed appearance was run a hand through his black headward tangle, transforming the mess into a narrowly acceptable state, and quickly brush his teeth.
All of these things were normal for a guy Louvel's age, but that 'normalcy' stopped the moment Louvel pushed open the mirror-covered medicine cabinet and hauled out a plastic container. After all, how usual is it for a nineteen year old boy to take psychiatric medication for his multiple metal issues? Louvel's pale hand expertly shook a single pill into his palm, swiftly swallowed the thing, and followed up with a waiting glass of water. The whole act took place with the well-oiled efficiency of a machine. During Louvel's last one-over he noted the lines under and around his eyes had gotten darker. Strange. He had been sleeping surprisingly well last night, after he had dragged his stuff upstairs during the later hours of yesterday. But the insomniac shrugged, and shuffled himself downstairs with the easy quiet of those who went barefoot. But the nineteen year old payed little attention the the floor beneath his, stumbling on the stairs multiple times but not paying much attention to his stumbling state. His meds numbed his senses down, and made Louvel rather floppy for a while after taking them. But no matter, for the young man was following his nose for what hopefully was breakfast.
It was only when the room-rentee was nearly upon the breakfast area did he hear a strangely sad tune echoing through the the first floor. Mildly curious and having decided he liked the sound, Louvel half stepped into the entrance to the eating area, cocking his head slightly to the left. He dark eyes found a girl with flaming hair, about his age, and frying some eggs over the stove. Louvel frowned. He wasn't very adept in communicating with other young people (especially girls), but he was a social guy and, well, pretty impulsive. So, on a whim, the nineteen year old padded over to the food area, just wandering around in the backround while the girl continued singing in a rather sweet tone, oblivious to his presence. Not that Louvel really cared, as he was hunting for some cheerios at the moment. He didn't really know if she was frying up enough grub for others, so he didn't want to wait for food and and up not receiving any. Plus, he didn't really want to interrupt the music drifting through the area. It was nice, in a soothing way, and the young woman was quickly gaining Louvel's respect and approval as a result.