❀ｅｒｉｏｎ ｂｅｉ-ｆｏｎｇ ❀ ｍａｌｅ ❀ ｔｗｅｎｔｙ-ｔｈｒｅｅ❀
❀ ｂｉｓｅｘｕａｌ ❀ ｔａｇｓ; --- ❀ ｓｉｎｇｌｅ ❀
To say that Erion was a heavy sleeper was an understatement. While everyone else was getting up at what some might call "a reasonable hour" to wander and explore their new home until love came their way, Erion was making the most of this situation by sleeping as long as he could, remaining undisturbed by an angry moose-lion or impatient sky bison. He didn't care for love so he didn't know how he was one oft the "lucky few" to be chosen for what he could only figure was a government experiment.
Alas, sleep was a woeful mistress and would not hold him in her fond embrace anymore and, a good few hours after everyone else, Erion finally rolled out of bed. And by that, he meant literally; happens when you're used to sleeping on the floor or on the back of giant flying buffalo with a saddle that has sides.
Sighing, the dual bender sat up from the floor his butt had so graciously offered to keep his more vital body parts from hitting and jumped up, stripping into something more suitable to wear for meeting people. He may be considered lazy and not out to find love but don't let that stop you from thinking he didn't know how to make a good first impression.
He stood at the door of his room a good twelve minutes after dressing in his nicest clothes -and by his, he means whoever stocked his wardrobe because he definitely doesn't remember owning literally any of that stuff in there- and stalled for another three more minutes by popping every finger and toe twice, as well as his spine five times, before deciding to stop being such a purple pentapuss and go out there already, geez. He then stood there another five minutes then promptly yanked the door open and stopped his way out of the room, a defiant look in his jade eyes and his arms crossed like the actual five year old he is.
