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I felt my device buzz on my table, the alarm blaring out the time and vibrating more violently. I groaned and crawled out of my sheets, listening around for my dorm room's chomper. The bloby creature rumbled and squishy hopped across the room knocking a few paintbrushes and empty paint cans
"Ugh, you asshole! These are hard to clean up"
I pressed my palm into the ground, vibrating it a bit to know the location of my fallen weapons.It was hard charging up my surroundings to know what was going on already and having a stupid chomper knock over my brushes...not nice.
After a few minutes of vibrating , I collapsed to the ground, perspiration covering my face and soaking my pyjamas
"Might as well sleep in again today"
Although life had other plans for me, the door to my room rattled as someone knocked
"Who?"
"Uh, hi. It's me Faelan from Mrs Herbinger"
I sat up, panic setting in. And pretty fast. I was supposed to take the new transfer student around the institution but I had forgotten
"Uh, hold on! Give me a sec"
I stood in the middle of my room thinking long and hard of where I had disposed all my clothes from yesterday and the days before. It would be highly embarrassing if he walked in and saw my underwear in the most absurd places.
I adjusted my sweaty pyjamas and rushed to the door, I twisted the knob ever so slowly that I could have grown a beard and had three kids!
My breath legit hitched in my throat, it felt like an invincible hand was squeezing around my neck but not in a bad or dangerous way. His aura was just too overwhelming. The was his aura was shaped, he must be a dark elf.
Embarrassed by my own thoughts, I invited him in.
I felt him shuffle into the room most likely looking around, "...um can you give me a minute I'm going to go shower. I'm so sorry I forgot and slept in"
"No problem"
I nodded, felt around for my towel on my clothes rack and dashed into the bathroom, bumping into a few side tables on the way and almost slamming myself into a wall.
I quickly washed up, scared that the guy would get bored and start nosing around. I pushed past the bathroom door in a hurry to find some clothes to put on when I felt the room's atmosphere shift, frozen in place I glanced towards my bed but my energy couldn't sense him there anymore before I could register what was going on. I was pushed back and being towered over by him
"Hmm, I was right"
Right about what? I was starting to panic
"You're blind" his tone darkened as he mentioned my disability. Does he hate blind people?
"Y-yeah, I never denied that"
He didn't move, just kept staring down at me
"There's so much energy wasting around...it's suffocating"
I gasped and stepped back "I'm sorry I didn't realize" he stepped forward, with each step I took back he followed like a magnet
"Why would they assign you to take me on a tour? Wouldn't that just drain you and your energy? You look quite frail and can't control your magic properly"
I didn't know whether he was being concerned about me or just downright insulting me
"I'm fine"
I tried to push past him. A wall. He felt like a wall.
"Move... I-I need to put on my clothes"
He didn't speak, he didn't move, I could feel his eyes boring into my skull. It was hard to predict his mood, his aura was too shady and unstable.
My analog clock ticked, the only sound in the room that wasn't my fast panicked breathing. I felt his domineering presence fade as he stepped away and went back to sit on my bed. It was like the invincible hand from earlier had disappeared and I could finally breathe!
Without wasting time, I wobbled to my cloth rack and pulled the easiest clothes to pull on.
I heard his phone beeping and low voices speaking accompanied by gun sounds. He's playing a video game or watching a movie.
I pulled on my clothes and felt around for strap back, inside it was my perfume. I uncapped the little bottle and pointed it to my neck "don't do that"
His low voice came, "what?" . I heard his phone click as my bed sheets ruffled "don't do that...you smell good without it"
I just stood there, gobsmacked. The perfume bottle in my hand still pointed at my neck and my eyes trained on where he sat
"...um...uh...okay"
I put the cap back on and tossed it into my strap bag
"...uh, I'm done. Let's go"