Bored

[Xaver]

There was nothing special about his situation. Nothing. He was neutral, ordinary, relaxed.
And there were neon green elephants, too.

Xaver lay out on his stomach, clad in dark jeans and a silver shirt, his arms folded under his chin. Facing the fire, the only light in the room, for it was past midnight, the light danced and oddly moved over his pale skin. His eyes were closed, and his pulse was slow and calm - he could have been asleep. To sharper eyes, he was simply just rapidly thinking over things.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy stepped out of the fire and looked around the room for a moment. She noticed Xaver on the floor but didn't acknowledge his presence until a few silent minutes passed. "Did a very large man come in here by chance?"

[Xaver]

Xaver didn't stirr once. He had felt the soft pull of magic, normally unnoticed by others, long before she had arrived. When she did, he knew she hadn't even completely seen him, for the most part. He didn't much care, though. He sensed her thought pattern, though blocked it away, not prying or listening, or caring to try. Heard her heartbeat, the sound of her breathing and footsteps - and the seemingly never-ending chatter of the dining hall, floors below. He was not meditating, just thinking freely.
So much so, he wasn't particularly interested in much else. Unlike his usual self toward others, he didn't move, or even open his eyes for her. Just gave a short and simple answer.
"No."

[LavyBrown]

Lavy rolled her eyes and sat down, "He's going to get himself killed if he keeps wondering about, everywhere." she looked down at Xaver for a moment. "How's life." she finally said, having found nothing better to do.