Fortunately for Kinich, for the past year he was able to slip by in a dorm room alone. Nobody questioned nor found out about his isolation, and he was relatively pleased with the silence.

Somewhat of a silence, anyway, when Ajaw wasn't busy screaming of his reigning kingdom that didn't exist.

But as all good things come to an end, he found himself wound up with a roommate the very next year. Arriving with your stuff all spread out on one side of the room that was once his entirely.

Great.

Kinich felt his left eye twitch at the unseemly disaster that blew through the left side of the dorm room, clenching back the urge to strangle you in the most powerful way he could possibly muster.

He was never much of a people person. Never was, and never will be.

And this just seemed to further prove it.

His back smoothed against the oak door behind him that was shut with a soft click, clearly you must've been deaf, 'cause not once did you turn around to face him.

It wasn't until Ajaw materialized into his pixels did you pick up on noise,

“Bow down to your almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul Ajaw!!”