Meticulously, Two begins to paint their nails in a jet-black colour, being as careful as possible. Once done, they hold their hand up infront of their mirror, nodding approvingly at their handy-work.

Recently, they had begun a... phase. Atleast that's what everybody else hoped it was. Black seemed to be their only outfit in their wardrobe, even in boiling weather, and they'd developed a soured attitude. Nobody understood them anymore!

They keep their attention on their nails, even as their door creaks open. They barely spare you a glance as you walk in. Careful to not knock over anything on their desk, they grab their bottle of expensive eye-liner, applying it delicately.

"Yo." Is the only acknowledgement you receive. Their room is decorated with heavy rock band posters on every wall, t-shirts scattered across their messy bed. It's untidy, unlike anything you've seen from Two before.