[center][h2][color=0072bc]Shou Zheng[/color][/h2][/center]Even at a respectable distance from where the Clocktower was located, Shou's "finned" ears still vibrated a bit with the sheer volume of each ring. He pitied anyone who lived in a dormitory closer to the source without any sort of protection. As the final clang's echoes faded and died down, he rose from his seat to glance outside and see if anything had changed outside. Had patrols risen from their alcoves in search of rule breakers? 

It certainly sounded like there were changes within their dormitory. He could hear the clicks and clacks in the walls, although to what end he wasn't quite certain yet. He was able to notice the windows move to slam shut against his face though. The hinges taking on a life of their own as they began to close. His forehead was sturdier than whatever glass and wood the windows were made out of, but that wasn't exactly a good reason for vandelizing their shared room. Shou snapped his head back as the windows slammed shut in front of him, glass panes shaking in place, and he hummed as they clicked and latched shut. 

[color=0072bc]"Well, that seems a bit like overkill,"[/color] Shou finally remarked as he reached up and tapped the glass with a finger. From everything he heard, it seemed like every building in their vicinity had been modified in a similar manner. The fog had also considerably thickened in the moments since the lockdown started. The streetlights just outside their building were little more than indistinct orange blurs, and any prospect of exploration was certainly going to be hindered by the lack of visibility. He should probably look into further improving his senses that didn't rely on sight.

Thoughts of that nature quickly faded though as Shou grimaced. A sharp crack as the mug's handle broke under his tightened grip. His eyes darted around, trying to pierce the thick fog uselessly, and beads of sweat suddenly dotted his brow. His entire body tensed, ready to spring into action, before he closed his eyes and shook his head furiously. The half full mug finally clattering onto the ground as its handle was reduced to mere mulch in his hand. 

His attention snapped downwards at the sound and the feeling of wetness against his foot, and Shou just managed to stop his tail from smashing a hole through the floor. He stared for a few moments, doing his best to collect himself, before he just shook his head and let out an uneven breath. He breathed in deep to continue calming down a bit further before he muttered a sullen warning, [color=0072bc]"Yeah, I wouldn't go out."[/color] Picking up the fallen mug, he made his way over to the kitchen, tossed it into the sink, and picked up a towel on the way. That was tossed over the spill before he stalked out of the room in search of the bathroom.

[@SilverPaw]