<div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Domino wasn't sure how she felt. Well, aside from the dull nagging headache and the empty pit that was her stomach screwing with her. It wasn't all that early but damn did it feel too early to be having to handle shit like <em>feelings</em> trying to bugger up her mood unnecessarily. So what if she'd woken up in the dorm alone? It was hardly the first time and most certainly  wouldn't be the last. She was not the clingy sort nor was she the sort to play games and sure, she was used to having Shane around but they were hardly attached at the hip.<br/><br/>...She kinda wished it didn't sound like she was trying to convince herself of all this shit in her head.<br/><br/>Sighing to herself, the English born skater bundled up in her comforter and sat up. Running a hand through her hair, she reached for her phone and purposefully clicked out of the chat window, opting to go to google and catch up on a few headlines in the name of finding her bloody damn chill. She'd already gotten up once to do the usual morning--or whenever the fuck it was--routine, only to lay back down when her head protested her intent to do, like, <em>anything</em>. She kinda felt like it might have been good to get some sketches in but a food and a nap were probably necessary before she'd be able to make that idea reality. <br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, D's attempt at reading turned into her nearly going all the way back to sleep. Leaned up against the wall, wrapped in her blanket, she was beyond warm and closing her eyes had brought enough ease that keeping them that way just made sense.  So much so that it took her a few to register the sound of someone at the door. Slowly, her lashes lifted, her brows crinkling together for a moment before she remembered why there might be someone coming her way. Yawning, D further roused herself enough to roll out of bed and pad over. With her eyes half closed her hand missed the knob like twice, but eventually she got it and gave a quick twist, yanking the door back to reveal whoever might be out there. (Like she didn't know...)</span>