Angel
Angel couldn't decide if he was entirely underdressed, or if Takeshi was just one of those guys who could preen themselves over like a girl before every social event. While his roommate was still rummaging through his clothes for a pair of pants that would match his jacket or something, he was ready in five minutes.
The teen was dressed in a pair of dark jeans that weren't completely ripped up, though they weren't exactly church pants. He'd donned a button down dark blue shirt, which was fancy for him, even if it was hardly buttoned. His swirling chest tattoos could easily be seen with the way the shirt was flopping around, but he honestly didn't want to button it. He had a love for loose muscle shirts and T's, so with a constricting shirt like this he would do what he could to make it comfortable.
Over the shirt he had on his favorite black leather jacket and had pulled on a pair of combat boots, so in all he looked a bit edgy. It helped add to the edgy appeal that he had put most of his ear piercings back in. Aside from the studs in each ear, his left was adorned with several silver hoops, and a cuff linked a chain to the lobe piercing. He'd combed his bangs back in their usual style, and he thought he looked alight, but all this attention Takeshi was putting into his own outfit made him second guess.
I look okay right? No one said this was formal, right?! He shot mentally to Reechi, glancing up at her. Even though he wasn't as concerned about his outfit as his roommate seemed to be, he still wanted to look presentable. And if he and Saga walked there together, the attractive Asian might just outshine him.
Though, with how long he was taking, it was likely Angel would just take off on his own. The feast was starting soon anyway, and Angel was the type of person who hated to be late.
He stood up off his bed, holding out his arm for Reeps to clamor onto.
"Saga! Are you almost ready...?"
At the way the male twin didn't even acknowledge him while buttoning up his shirt, peering into the mirror, Angel took that as a no.
"We're gonna get going then.... okay?"
He still didn't look up. Angel snorted slightly, then slipped out of the room.
Once in the hall, he plopped Reechi in her usual spot on his head, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He knew he needed to quit, it was bad for his lungs and would eventually effect his physical status, but for now the temptation of nicotine was way to sweet. He grabbed a cancer stick then pocketed the rest of the pack, grabbing his lighter.
He breathed in sweet smoke contentedly, blowing it exaggeratedly off to the side so his companion wouldn't get to much of the blow back.
There were other boys lingering in the halls, waiting for friends or meeting up with girls, and most shot him dirty looks as he meandered past. Whoops. He probably shouldn't be smoking indoors. But better here then at the feast, right?
He paused in the boys lounge, wanting to take a few more puffs then get rid of his indulgence.
"Sorry Reeps, doesn't smell to good does it?" On the contrary, he loved the smell of cigarette smoke, but 95% of people he met didn't. Something about it just reminded him so much of home, the foggy stale scent that lingered once the smoke dissipated. He linked it back to the factories that he used to live by.
He zoned out a bit, starring at the door while holding his cigarette in a practiced way between his fingers. His shirt continued flopping open and exposing his pecs and a glimpse of his abs, and he figured he should fix it before going to the feast. He began to half heartedly button up the bottom few buttons, thinking about his sister Lottie. She would be so upset if she learned he'd taken such a habit to smoking.
Angel snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed a familiar figure walking past. He called out half questioningly and half welcomingly.
"Trista?"
He wondered what she was doing in the boys dorm. Boyfriend? He wouldn't be surprised if she'd found someone interested within the first few days. She was absolutely gorgeous. If it was her walking by though, Angel was actually feeling a twinge of disappointment that she wasn't all dressed up like a lot of the girls he'd seen in the halls. But, skinny jeans or not, she still looked good.
Actually, he felt like being good looking was a requirement to getting into this school. Everyone he'd met so far had been pretty attractive. He'd seen some pretty cute guys the past couple of days, and the girls just flew off the charts.
As Trista turned back to him, and he was one of the few in the lounge so it must have been obvious he was the one who called out, he dipped and tossed his cigarette into the ashy fireplace, then walked over to her with a smile. The grin fell for a moment when he noticed the death glare her companion Fucuello was giving him, but he simply huffed at the unicorn, then conjured up a charming smile again.
"What brings you here? Isn't the feast the other way?"