gavegoodface

Face was in a great mood this morning (inasmuch as one could be in any kind of mood when still half asleep). The dance had been fun, he and Cass had both won prom crowns, and she'd stayed over after.

Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.

[For one...then some more.]

Face came out of the showers, whistling cheerfully. One towel wrapped around his waist, he dried his hair with another. Having read up on the controls during the week, he was certain he'd do better in his driving class today.

His whistling took on a strange, warbling tone. Frowning, Face tried whistling again.

Shortly thereafter, a large brown and grey songbird exited the bathroom and stalked down the corridor, its long, frond-like tail-feathers held over its head like an umbrella, making a noise remarkably similar to the school bell between other vocalisations.

[Establishly, but open for reactions.]

The boy had managed to sleep through his roommate's hasty exit, which meant he awoke to an empty and unfamiliar room.

As he yawned, he rubbed his face, only to for his fingers to catch on something raised and puckered. Frowning, he looked around for a reflective surface.

The sound he made when he found one echoed through the room and down the hall.

Whoever he was, he had a set of lungs on him.

[ooc: open door, open post (with sp caveats due to timezones)]

This is Face, leave a message if you can figure out this primitive system!