Grimclaw
Picked Clean
Slip slowly arises from the floor, and holding the blue bed cover over him like a robe with a hood; his hands poking out from the middle holding his phone. A few drawn out yawns escape from his mouth before dropping the covers and slowly arising to his feet with nothing but his boxers and last nights socks still on him. As he looks down to the phone, the rather revealing picture of a woman as the screensaver the time clearly shows he is more than likely late for class. "Late on the first day... school begins too early." Eventually he begins to get ready, about an hour and a half later of sluggishly lopping round the room and picking out a short sleeved black shirt with random white circles and squares patterned across the whole thing, along with a very dim shade of red three quarter length trousers with a few button pockets along the sides. His hazel eyes scans over the small sheet of information left to his dorm to inform him of classes for today. "Let's see... class... A? First time my name ever got anything to with an A." His train of thought is abruptly interrupted by the clear rumbling of his stomach "Hm, seems my stomach has other plans than class right now." After a few stretches, spreading his arms out wide and rolling his ankles, he ventures out to the hall way towards the food hall without even picking up a pair of shoes. "The stretches are unreal.."