[20 m] looking for listerine?
Filtering the view of a horizontal world between lashes, Eris felt the familiar calmness of beauty sleep wash over his skin, hydrated and tender. He rolled his shoulders back slowly and brought his long, nimble fingers to pat against the delicate skin of his eyes, slightly upset his Dior under eye cream was clearly missing, the thought of undereye circles making him sigh in frustration, his chest holding the position before forcing the air out. Which wasā¦ unpleasant. He made his own face at his own feeling of thick sleep caked on his tongue.
He felt disgusted and violated, slender legs sliding over the edge of his bed and shaking silky blonde curls before slipping into his cashmere sweater that had rolled off in his sleep. Now, he was just getting beyond upset. He would NEVER fall asleep in gucci outerwear, he had dolce for that. His small feet rolled against the ground and he was quick to leave the room. He seemed unaware of flush of his own skin, seemingly on his own righteous mission. He needed to brush and gargle. Now.
He left the dorm room ajar and slid into the hall, his light brows pressed down into thought: but not enough to cause wrinkles, still curious as to what moisturizer he DID have on. He took calculated steps, his posture straight and proud as he searched for a bathroom. He hated the idea of in dorm living, however, if he was forced to do any kind of community living, heād much rather be at the most prestigious school in the world than anywhere else. It was unfortunate they skipped on private bathrooms, thinking of how heād have to wear his robes too and from. He would file a complaint later.
Nudging the door open, he took a long look at himself in the mirror and sighed: eyes irritated from falling asleep in contacts, cheeks flushed from sleeping so heavilyā¦ he gave a toothy smile to reveal straight and aligned teeth. First, clean mouth: then he would deal with everything else. He began to rummage.
