Atrum sat up in bed, stretched his arms, yawned, and tried to ignore the feeling that the room was too empty. Standing up, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, gathered said feelings into the Burner and switched it on as he slouched tiredly towards his closet. With a yawn so large that it forced his eyes shut, Atrum grabbed his clothes and towel and shuffled his way into the bathroom, resolutely not looking at the empty section of the room. Or the T-shirt hanging on the wall, for that matter.
A short while later, Atrum emerged from the shower feeling much more awake and cleaner, dressed in his normal clothes sans the hat. He'd wear it a few minutes before leaving the room, but for now his furry grey ears were in sight, pricked up alertly at the sides as though they were picking up a frequency normal ears couldn't hear. As for the clothes, it was the first day of school and Atrum wanted to be prepared in case they had to do something like Initiation V.02. If he was going to be, say, diving into the ocean or fighting gladiator style, Atrum wanted to be comfortable. In any case, it was too troublesome to change attire twice this early.
Tossing the black shirt with stylized grey wolf head on the front, light blue shorts and grey nightcap which functioned as his pajamas onto the floor in a messy heap, Atrum folded the blanket and did all of the little trivialities that resulted in a neat bed. Once he was satisfied with his work, Atrum picked the clothes up off the floor, dumped it into the washing basket and moved back to the table. He sat down with his legs sprawled, a slight frown on his face as he searched for what he wanted.
Just like the bed and Atrum's part of the room, the table was pretty clean. A simple white desk lamp was set to the top left of the table, with a long red box lying beside it which contained most of his stationary. In front of the white desk lamp was a picture frame which remained face down like it had the last few weeks of school. A few books were stacked into a neat pile on the right, and at the right top hand side of the desk was a large battered square box with three white birds emblazoned on it that looked like it had been singed by a fire. On the middle of the table were a few pens, Atrum's scroll and some scattered pieces of paper and letters covered by his fedora, which he moved aside to have access to the letters.
Relaxing back into the chair, Atrum grabbed the letters and idly skimmed them; reading more thoroughly after he had reached the place he had stopped at before turning in last night. They were from his brother and his gang of friends, who according to these letters seemed to be going on swimmingly (although Al had had a close encounter with them which Ed had helped him escape from; now they were going to make a trip South by hitch hiking, the disguises would fool them hah) but they still seemed worried about him, especially Flavium. Seriously, he was beginning to sound like mom whenever she caught them with bruises.
Of course, she wasn't here anymore, so maybe that was why.
With a sigh, Atrum grabbed a piece of paper and began to write.
Bro, he scrawled in tiny, cursive code, I'm alright, seriously. For the last time, I'm not skipping meals anymore. (now he ate just enough to function properly) You can check with Blue, (who had threatened to force-feed Atrum unless started eating again) he'll vouch for me. And you can trust me not to miss out on food, I'm pretty sure that if I start to I'd die
Pausing, Atrum frowned at the letter. He reread it, tapping thoughtfully on the desk as he did so. Maybe he should avoid writing about his potential death in case Flavium started to worry more...
The door gave a tiny click as the lock turned, and started to move.
Atrum activated his Semblance. Moving so fast that his hand became a blur, Atrum grabbed his fedora and rammed it on his head. By the time the door was fully opened to reveal a young man with blue tipped black hair, Atrum had turned around to shoot a cool stare at him with his Semblance deactivated and his triangular-shaped ears hidden under his fedora; tilted slightly to the right as though it had been there for ages.
"It's pretty rude to come in without knocking, you know." He said dryly, his heart pounding in his ears. That was a close one, he'd have to be more careful later. Maybe if he only took the cap off in the bathroom, that might work. Atrum was pretty sure that the teachers knew, but unless they were his teammates Atrum never wanted the others to find out. He had had enough of bullying; no point in giving people ammunition again.
There were other reasons, too, but Atrum didn't really like to think about that much.
Feeling his heart calm down, Atrum felt a slight frown form on his face. "Why're you here? Did Professor Ozpin send you?" Atrum asked the guy, mildly curious.