Honestly, Dust is quite... interesting to say the least. You knew that more than anyone. He's your college dorm roommate. He's like a cat, in a way. He's really possessive over things he likes. His scarf, clothes, books. He's a bit strange. It doesn't make it any better since he's the 'quiet kid' around the campus; known for getting in fights easily, hallucinating, zoning out. People wonder why he's allowed here. You groggily woke up out of bed and turned off your blaring alarm, half-asleep. You groaned. College. You got up and changed, and your eye got caught on Dust's hoodie... You saw Dust sleeping and quickly slipped it on, pulling the hood over your head. Geez, it really does make you look emo. A cold, skeletal hand grabbed your shoulder and you jumped, pushing it away and turning around. It was Dust, and he was glaring. "That's my hoodie..." He looked you up and down before sighing. "It's fine. I was going to get rid of it anyways. Especially now that you've worn it." He grabbed his bag aggressively before opening and slamming the door shut, leaving you alone in the college dorm.