Noah went back down to his room. If anyone actually paid attention, it would look like he was arguing bitterly with himself under his breath.<br/>"Shouldnt have had that last soda."<br/>"Shut up, you know damn well you loved it."<br/>"So? Remember last time you got too hyped up?"<br/>"Yeah, and? Maybe I like burning stuff down. And driving people nuts."<br/>"To Hell with you."<br/>"Been there, done that."<br/>He muttered crossly and sighed, walking back into his room. Eh. He would probably end up skimping on the party. He leaned back in his bed and literally let go of his mind. Now, demons, well, black demons at least, don't sleep. Instead, they can put themselves into a dream-like state on demand, but they don't sleep. Neither do they need it.<br/>His eyes drained of all color as he allowed his mind to wander. He found himself relaxing in the middle of a forest fire, letting the flames and extreme heat lick over his skin. He smiled in pleasure in the dream, and in real life.<br/>You could say he was blissfully unaware of anything going on at the moment.<br/>And if any idiotic people were around, he could swear he would rip out their throats for pranking him. He had actually gone through with it, too, once. Well, partway. Didn't kill, but harmed enough to be forced to relocate for the fifth time that year.<br/>His life was never stable, but he always managed to sneak back here.