"You sure you'll be fine alone?" The voice and the expression it came from could have easily passed for a concerned parent. The slightly shorter teen nodded, his dark hair falling around his face. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said. The man bowed his head slightly. "As you wish, Sir Tsukiri."
Zeyn chewed on his lip. "Not here. I'm just Zeyn here. Besides, aren't you supposed to be masquerading as my father?" he inquired. The other Chromian hesitated. "Yes, forgive me. You're here safe and sound, so I will take my leave. Try not to get into too many fights, alright?" Zeyn's bodyguard winked and left without another word.
Finally left alone, Zeyn dropped the bag he'd been carrying. The escort acting as his parent dropped his other bags by the door. He kicked all the bags underneath the bed he planned on taking and glanced around the door, trying to get a feel for it, since he'd be stuck there until his tribe came for him or he graduated. Whichever came first. The mirror wasn't even big enough to capture all of Zeyn's body in it's reflection. His legs were visible from the knees up, and cut off right below his collarbone. All he could see was his formal clothes. With a sigh the boy quickly stripped off his clothing, digging out something to change in to. He settled on a simple pair of jeans and a grey v-neck. The short sleeves showed of a right arm covered in a freshly-changed bandage from bicep to wrist.
His roommate still hadn't shown up so he walked out of his dorm and knocked on the room next to his, deciding to introduce himself to his new neighbors.
