Ash let out a deep sigh as he made his way out of the cafeteria. It was far too noisy in there and people wouldn't watch out for his wings, he hated when his wings were touched. He had managed to find an unoccupied restroom and was currently glaring at his reflection while he pressed his forehead against the mirror. At least it was clean and quite in here. He tucked his wings close as he enjoyed the quite before it was broken by girlish giggles.<br/><br/>Ash would open his eyes to glare at what should be his reflection, though now it had turned into the image of a girl with electric blue eyes and a short buzz cut of black hair. He glared at his sister as she smiled happily back at him. The room in the mirror was no longer the restroom but a padded room filled with blood. Ash hated his sister the most when she was so active. He knew the only way to sooth her but he hated it so much. A hand would move to his other arm absently, running his fingers along the cuts there that his sister forced him to carve. He would let out a low growl and quickly raise a fist to shatter the mirror before pausing. He closed his eyes, counted to ten, and took a few deep breaths before he lowered his fist and looked back at the mirror just to glare at his reflection again. With another sigh he would turn and walk out of the restroom, mumbling curses to himself. On top of all this BS he had to deal with the punks in detention later. Such a great day...