Austin was woken by the familiar sound of his phone bleeping loudly in his ear. It's cracked screen informed him that the alarm aptly named
"wake up for school you dolt" was going off, as it did every day. He flopped a lanky arm over and swiped the phone, shutting off the alarm and bringing back the golden silence perfect for sleep. Unfortunately, it was, in fact a school day, and Austin begrudgingly rolled off his bed and onto his feet. A stretch and an eye rub followed, as they did every day. His foot touched his sword, hidden rather terribly under his bed. If his uncle wasn't so busy all the time he'd definitely have noticed by now, but by the time he got back at night he was too tired to even watch TV.
Austin surveyed his room, it was messy that was for sure, but too small to really be called a pigsty. There was a shirt lying around here or there, and school papers were messily assorted on his bedside cabinet, but other than that nothing really of note could be called messy about the room. A darkened Irish tricolour hung above his bed, he often thought about his old life, and his new one in America of all places with his mechanic uncle. Things had changed to say the least.
Austin doodled absent-mindedly in his binder, pictures of warriors, musicians and a cacophony of other pop culture icons littered the insides and outsides of the binder, it's fair to say he didn't pay a
huge amount of attention in class. He felt his pocket, headphones connected to his mobile phone were present, he wondered if he could get away with the old stick-the-headphones-up-your-sleeve trick. He decided against it, having been caught only the day previous doing it. He sighed, he hated school, it was so boring.
Just then, Mr. Drake seemed to freak out at someone. It was Ari, a small blush could be seen on, Austin's cheeks, but he'd be damned if he'd let anyone see it.
It was lunchtime soon enough, and Austin was hungry for burgers. He checked his phone as he ate, half listening to his friends chitter chatter about nothing of interest. His eyes widened ever so slightly as a news app informed him of Envy's recent breakout.
"Fuck." He said quietly to himself, looking at his friends before stepping out of his chair.
"Got to head, lads, washing machine's on the fritz again.""You say that all the time!" Exclaimed Gerry, followed quickly by the much shorter, Jerry. Confusing I know.
"He's got bigger fish to fry, probably some girl." This was followed by a mixture of laughter and cheering, Austin simply grinned, turned and high tailed it home.
He changed as quickly as possible, gripping his sword as he exited through his back window. He couldn't risk his neighbors seeing him in his getup. He moved as quickly as possible, but it was obvious that his partner had been waiting for a bit by the time he reached the rooftop. His hair, now electric blue, was rather messily left to hang over much of the left side of his face, different to his casual style of quiffing it up.
"Sorry I'm late." He grinned, hands on his hips with more confidence than a lion in his prime.
"My refrigerator was running, I had to go and catch it." He joked, hoping that his joke quelled any anger, Shadowbird had about his lateness.