A young male almost skipped up the stairs, in the act of exploring. Eager to go back to the third floor to see what had happened, he almost tripped on the dust in the halls. He scrambled to hold his balance, and then suceeded to dust his dark jeans off. Finding that he had more dust on his white shirt, he stamped around, trying to get it off, messing up his long brown hair, streaked blonde.
He fumbled with his cap, and stared down the hallway. There was someone else here. Lives, people, someone's here!
'Yay,' he thought, sarcastically, still curious and wandering towards the person.
"Hello, what are you doing here? I didn't expect anyone to be here," and he hadn't. He came up here exclusively to be alone, now his hopes and wishes were deflated for a day alone again. He instilled a smile on his face and acted as if he didn't mind.
