[u]Ethan[/u]

Ethan was always an early riser. It may have had something to do with his ability, since he did rise earlier during the summer and sleep later in the winter. When he got up, he quietly made his way to the bathroom for a shower and spent some time in there preening himself. He kept an array of potions, lotions and ointments to keep his skin healthy and smooth. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a problem for Felix if he kept his things out on the sink. Even though his roommate was sleeping, he quickly scurried in and out of the bathroom to grab his clothes with a towel held tightly around his waist. 

For today, he decided on a mustard yellow sweater vest and a short-sleeved light blue button-up. Then khaki shorts. He didn't like showing his legs, but in the spirit of the first day at the school, he thought to dress in more mobile clothes. The buzz of his phone on the nightstand brought him out of the bathroom to read the text. Vera. Oh. Of course. He replied with a brief "Good morning" message as well and went about the rest of his morning routine. 

He was standing in front of his drawer debating over what tie, if any tie, to wear when the siren went off. Ethan nearly leapt out of his skin. God, he hated that blasted thing. Who would want to wake up to such awful noise? But his roommate was up now. 

"Good morning," He chimed, turning to offer Felix a smile. But then his sour comment quickly wiped away the expression. Ethan swallowed thickly. He must not be a morning person. No matter. Maybe a shower would wake him up.

Ethan sat on his bed and quietly waited for Felix to return. He decided against wearing a tie. It might give off the wrong impression about him and it was all about first impressions today. He straightened up when Felix came out of the bathroom and forced a smile onto his face.

"Hey, Felix. Did you want to-" The door shut and Felix was gone. Ethan frowned deeply. He [i]really[/i] must not be a morning person. That was unfortunate. 

On his own now, Ethan left for the cafeteria and got in the buffet line. By the end, a well-balanced meal of tea, eggs, toast and Canadian bacon, but, much to his dismay, nowhere to sit. There was the intimidating Latinos speaking an equally intimidating new kid. Then some folks he recognized, like Dana, but she was sitting with some- um. Somebody. But to his relief, he finally spotted Tess having breakfast with someone he didn't recognized. She seemed amiable enough, so he made his way to their table. Initiating conversation was never a strong skill of his, so he hovered a few feet from the table, debating his entrance, before taking a few steps closer to appropriate conversational space.

"Um, hi. Sorry to interrupt. Also, good morning," He began just over the din of the cafeteria, "M-May I sit with you?"