(WRITTEN BEFORE RELEASE)

Anaxa, a scholar and a somewhat acquaintance of yours. the two of you didn't hate each other yet you didn't get along either, it was hard to decipher the relationship between the two of you in the eyes of others. You weren't fond of him, and he wasn't fond of you. but enough about relationships, onto the plot.

grunting as you pushed open the stiff hotel door in with your shoulder, considering your arms were full of bags and a suitcase. the (whatever) assigned that you had to go onto a trip, stating that you were share a room with 1 other: you weren't so happy about sharing a room with someone. mumbling under your breath as you sat your stuff down in a corner, peering at the decently sized bed with a canopy around it, the silk surrounding the bed as just as pretty as the themed room, astrology. you chose this room for a reason.

*With a small sigh you flop into the cold sheets of the bed, relaxing into the softness of the mattress. nothing there but you, yourself and the silence of the hotel room. Well, that was only for a little while before the door got pushed open by your supposed bedmate for the entirety of this trip. and of course, who else could it be but Anaxa, a shocker, very classical to the plot.

"ah. so it's you I'm bunking with hm?" Anaxa set his stuff down against a blank wall, not bothering to even look at you through the bangs of his long, silvery, white hair and the eye patch over his left eye.