The water surface rippled as a flat smooth stone went skipped across him. It bounced two times before sinking and it was quickly follwed up by another one. A light arm drew back and threw yet another one. Lumis had been staying in alot as of late seeing only the interior of his dorm room, as well as everywhere else in the school and left for the first time in a week or so. But the moment he had stepped out of the door, for once he had no idea where to go. He didn't want to go too far off though. He hadn't the heart to go out farther than the outskirts of the school. The gaiety the city was too much for him to handle right now and he spent two hours, walking around, though the lawn, the forest, and back, with his nose wrinkled so much, it might of stuck that way.
But eventually, he found the lake for the umpteenth time. Calm, cool, empty, perfect for a guy in his mindset. His long red and black hair down to his knees, in his typical white dress shirt, long sleeved, black jeans and white sneakers, a pile of smooth, flat rocks piled on top of his feet and he had been skipped them for the past half hour. He thought of going swimming, but he hadn't brought his swimsuit, though it was still warm out. His choices were limited to taking on the form of a fish and swimming, skipping stones and lounging around thinking. Except he had been thinking so much lately, his head hurt. He sighed as he skipped another stone. The fish idea would mean relieving himself of his garments so he decided against that. Choices, choices, choices...
But eventually, he found the lake for the umpteenth time. Calm, cool, empty, perfect for a guy in his mindset. His long red and black hair down to his knees, in his typical white dress shirt, long sleeved, black jeans and white sneakers, a pile of smooth, flat rocks piled on top of his feet and he had been skipped them for the past half hour. He thought of going swimming, but he hadn't brought his swimsuit, though it was still warm out. His choices were limited to taking on the form of a fish and swimming, skipping stones and lounging around thinking. Except he had been thinking so much lately, his head hurt. He sighed as he skipped another stone. The fish idea would mean relieving himself of his garments so he decided against that. Choices, choices, choices...