Roman Vicius woke up early. Well, early based on a personal scale. 6 am was unheard of hours for him to be awake at, yet there he was. He had woken up while he stood at the bathroom sink- how he got there, he honestly couldn't tell you. A look in the mirror showed a demon. He closed his eyes and breathed. The horns regressed into his head and the feathers slid back into his flesh. The effort caused him to yawn and stretch- so once he opened his eyes again there he was, in his human form.
He bore his shark like teeth and began to brush. Roman went through toothbrushes like beavers do to wood. Once he was done he tossed the toothbrush into the waste bin before bathing.
He was out about ten minutes later and crossed the halls back to his room.
"I forgot my towel." He warned the others, his voice still sleepy. The demon shifter didn't care- they were all like brothers. Anyways, he was already in his room, tugging on some boxer shorts. The floor of his bedroom was a mess despite their being here only a few weeks. It was from this floor that he found his outfit for the day.
Roman never cared for buying a school bag or supplies. Learning matters little to him when he should be looking for a girl to love. Thoughts of love made him uncomfortable. They'd been all over the country and he hadn't yet found the right girl. Janos always joked and said it was how he smelled or how he failed to smile when people smiled at him.
The demon snatched some cologne from his bedstand and sprayed his neck. Twice for good measure. He sniffed. He smelled like a department store. The boy sighed and inwardly scolded himself for listening to Janos's quips on love.
"The boy who doesn't wear shoes.." he sneered before stepping out of his room, raising his voice so the other two would listen to him,
"I'm heading to class now. Get in the car or walk. I don't care." He announced before heading out to his beat up car, Lilith.
He turned it on and it sputtered to life, only to roar. As Roman sat in the drivers seat he patted the steering wheel, still tired and somewhat regretting stepping out of the house,
"I'm so done with first days of school. I swear this must be my 12th."
If or when the other two got in the car he drove them to school. Blasting some shitty screamo music while he sped well above the speedlimit- bypassing all traffic regulators like stop signs and street lights because he doesn't and probably will never give a damn.
When they arrived at school Roman was lost.
"Shit I hate this part. I'm always the one that walks into the wrong classes... Hell, I'm going to the main office." He said, waving his friends off, since he was an upperclassman they would no doubt be put in separate classes.
"Follow me or fend for yourselves." He said before jogging up the front steps and into the school. Some guy bumped into him, laughing, and reflexively Roman pushed him into some lockers. The guy, some student late to class, and his buddy were stunned.
"Dude what the fu-"
"Shut up. Get out of my face." He spat. The demon didn't have time for a fight on the first day of school. That never landed him in the good graces of the principal or the students. He couldn't help his inclination to violence, however, and it would only be a matter of time.
The boys obediently did as they were told. Grumbling and muttering to one another as they went.
Roman noticed that not too far away a girl was on her knees, picking up some books. To him it seemed like she had just fallen. It looked embarrassing. Surely she would only be more embarrassed if he approached her to help. Hell, she'd think he was a creep. So he ignored her and continued on toward the principals office.
He bore his shark like teeth and began to brush. Roman went through toothbrushes like beavers do to wood. Once he was done he tossed the toothbrush into the waste bin before bathing.
He was out about ten minutes later and crossed the halls back to his room.
"I forgot my towel." He warned the others, his voice still sleepy. The demon shifter didn't care- they were all like brothers. Anyways, he was already in his room, tugging on some boxer shorts. The floor of his bedroom was a mess despite their being here only a few weeks. It was from this floor that he found his outfit for the day.
Roman never cared for buying a school bag or supplies. Learning matters little to him when he should be looking for a girl to love. Thoughts of love made him uncomfortable. They'd been all over the country and he hadn't yet found the right girl. Janos always joked and said it was how he smelled or how he failed to smile when people smiled at him.
The demon snatched some cologne from his bedstand and sprayed his neck. Twice for good measure. He sniffed. He smelled like a department store. The boy sighed and inwardly scolded himself for listening to Janos's quips on love.
"The boy who doesn't wear shoes.." he sneered before stepping out of his room, raising his voice so the other two would listen to him,
"I'm heading to class now. Get in the car or walk. I don't care." He announced before heading out to his beat up car, Lilith.
He turned it on and it sputtered to life, only to roar. As Roman sat in the drivers seat he patted the steering wheel, still tired and somewhat regretting stepping out of the house,
"I'm so done with first days of school. I swear this must be my 12th."
If or when the other two got in the car he drove them to school. Blasting some shitty screamo music while he sped well above the speedlimit- bypassing all traffic regulators like stop signs and street lights because he doesn't and probably will never give a damn.
School
When they arrived at school Roman was lost.
"Shit I hate this part. I'm always the one that walks into the wrong classes... Hell, I'm going to the main office." He said, waving his friends off, since he was an upperclassman they would no doubt be put in separate classes.
"Follow me or fend for yourselves." He said before jogging up the front steps and into the school. Some guy bumped into him, laughing, and reflexively Roman pushed him into some lockers. The guy, some student late to class, and his buddy were stunned.
"Dude what the fu-"
"Shut up. Get out of my face." He spat. The demon didn't have time for a fight on the first day of school. That never landed him in the good graces of the principal or the students. He couldn't help his inclination to violence, however, and it would only be a matter of time.
The boys obediently did as they were told. Grumbling and muttering to one another as they went.
Roman noticed that not too far away a girl was on her knees, picking up some books. To him it seemed like she had just fallen. It looked embarrassing. Surely she would only be more embarrassed if he approached her to help. Hell, she'd think he was a creep. So he ignored her and continued on toward the principals office.
