Nico | Axolotl | 18 | Naga cabin | open
Nico woke slowly, blinking at the blurry planks of wood above his head. Where was he? he blindly groped around for his glasses, an almost instinctive move he did every morning, but there was no bedside table. Then he remembered. He shot streight up in bed, his rather tall form hitting the bunk above in his haste. He let out a small hiss of pain through gritted teeth but sighed and got up, running a hand through his unkempt white hair and picking up pink glasses from the shelf across the small room. He glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. He was going to be late! shoving on his tennis shoes and running his fingers through his hair in a desperate attempt at looking somewhat put together, the naga grabbed his bag with the water bottle and opened the cabin door.
Nico woke slowly, blinking at the blurry planks of wood above his head. Where was he? he blindly groped around for his glasses, an almost instinctive move he did every morning, but there was no bedside table. Then he remembered. He shot streight up in bed, his rather tall form hitting the bunk above in his haste. He let out a small hiss of pain through gritted teeth but sighed and got up, running a hand through his unkempt white hair and picking up pink glasses from the shelf across the small room. He glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. He was going to be late! shoving on his tennis shoes and running his fingers through his hair in a desperate attempt at looking somewhat put together, the naga grabbed his bag with the water bottle and opened the cabin door.
