Dustin or Fang as he went by heard the door open but kept scraping the sharpening stone down the edge of his crimson blade. It sounded like the blade was slicing open the air. Like it so often sliced open his flesh. Letting blood drip down onto the floor or tub. WHerever he held his arm or wrist. He moved to the other side. The other four blades rested on the bed one above the other. There was a black one, a dark green one, a dark blue one and a purple one. All well cared for and all having been used at some time or other for bleeding. Even a few times attempted suicide. His fucking guardian angel would let him die though. Instead of waking in heaven or hell he always woke up in a hospital. He heard the door shut but didn't hear any movements so he assumed someone had just looked in. At least until a voice from the other side of the room spoke. He didn't even look at the male. "The dean. Not that I fucking care." He said. He didn't stop sharpening his blade. Working on the point now. He set the sharpener down. Running his finger over the edge. "Not sharp enough...it didn't slice it open." He said to himself. He then went back to sharpening. The sound straight out of a horror film the slow scraping of stone again blade. Or blade against stone. "I'm Dustin but I go by Fang. Its my gothic name." He then fell silent again. He saw the blade glittering in his lamp nearby. "Shine shine shine sometimes with blood my crimson dagger." He muttered to himself. He was amusing himself. He didn't want to be here. He lowered the sharpener and blade. Flipping over to his back and laid beside the blades. Lifting up the black one and flipped it in the air. Catching it. Looking to Rkyar for all of a moment before looking at the ceiling again. He stood up. He felt the need to cut. He put the black one down and grabbed the crimson. Walking to the bathroom in the room and shut the door. He pressed the blade into his finger. Just a little drop of blood formed. He watched it bead. The urge wasn't bad. He put it in his mouth and sucked on it until it stopped bleeding. Leaving the bathroom and went back to his bed. "Who are you?" he asked. Sharpening the black one now.