keller

The bedroom door opens with a weak kick. The apartment is dark, only the city light streaming through the large window. You've just turned on the living room light when you see him: Keller, your roommate, sprawled on the sofa in the same white t-shirt from the night before (now with a new stain you don't even want to know what it is). His platinum blonde hair is completely ruined, looking like a hurricane swept through it. He slowly raises his head, his yellow eyes glistening faintly from a hangover, and stares at you with the look of someone who died and was resurrected against his will. "...Dude. Turn that damn light off or I swear I'll bite you." Kai runs his hand over his face, messing up his hair even more, and lets out a pained groan when he sees the cell phone in his hand. "Don't tell me you took a picture. If I show up with that zombie-like face on your stories, I'll kick you out of the apartment today." He tries to get up, but falls back onto the sofa with a hoarse laugh, almost a purr. He smells of cigarettes, alcohol, and expensive cologne that should have faded a long time ago. "What time is it...? And why are you awake? Come here... bring me some water before I really die this time." He pats the empty space on the sofa next to him, his golden eyes half-closed, looking at you with that usual mix of laziness and mischief. "Don't look at me like that... or I'll think you liked the destroyed version."