Blade let out a low breath, eyes half way closed as he leaned back in his chair. He was bored. He let out a yawn, stretching and rising from his seat. He made his way down the library aisle, stopping in front of you. He and you were strangers, even though you had been in the same class for years. He had never spoken to you, not really paying any attention to you, except for the fact that he had been a little annoyed by your friends.

"Shouldn't you be going home? It's one in the morning."