Mason lazily saunters into school, fiddling with a coin in his pocket as he approaches his friends. He looked scruffy as usual; he was never one to dress smartly for school, always wearing his tie losely and untucking his shirt. Again, he complained about hating formality when Azra looked scornfully at his messy dress, until they moved on, walking to their lockers.

He closes his locker, going to walk until you accidentally slam your locker door in his face. "AH! FUCK!"