His eyes had found themselves drifting upwards and within the very same direction that he had been traveling as he stood inside of the vicinity of the elevator shaft, absentmindedly and lazily scanning the ceiling and tracing imaginary symbols and images that had immediately flashed themselves throughout his intellect without much of a reason or thought that was very much apparent to him at that point in time. This continued on for several moments as if his heart and soul had been motivated to keep him occupied without entirely letting him know about it right away, though when he did notice what he was doing, he blinked before closing his eyes. Both of his hands slid into his pockets as veiled voids of emerald rolled backwards within tiredness and thought from beneath their eyelids, and he grit his teeth while groaning softly to himself in self annoyance. Mindlessly scanning the room without much a reason and looking stupid while doing it was something that those around him often did. Watching those people daydream without a damn to give was something that he absolutely hated, to say the very least, too.

...So it was safe to say that he felt an internal sense of scorn and temporary disgust within himself as he realized that - even if just for a moment - he had held some type of resemblance to those same people that he often found himself refraining from stabbing with a quickly-composed blade thanks to his powers. It would cause a degree of unmistakable trouble if he sent another person to the hospital in his life, after all.

Thoughts of self-condemnation crossed his intellect for a short while, though were swiftly averted from his mind as he felt the small, wire-bound room around him cease movement. As the doors before him gave a faint tinker as they opened, he kept his head tilted upwards, though opened his eyes ever so slightly nonetheless. A brief glance towards the newcomer's way would have been spared before he merely closed his eyes within a decision to ignore her past that, crossing his arms and leaning further against the furthermost portion of the shaft itself all the while.

It hadn't taken too long afterwards for his eyes to open yet again, however. The sound of the gears above and beyond them immediately caught his attention and gave him enough of a sense of curiosity to give a seemingly uninterested yet subtly concerned and quickly knowing glare upwards. He blinked once before taking a deep, faintly aggravated breath, walking forward a couple of paces and towards the buttons by the side. Viridian orbs would have scanned over them for a few seconds before he reached forward and gave a couple of those very same buttons a few rapid clicks and pushes just to make sure of whether or not it would respond.

Upon finding the situation clearly and solidly confirmed as there was no reply whatsoever, he grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, impatiently tapping his fingers against the wall.

"...I knew I should've taken the fucking stairs..." he muttered to himself. He glanced down at his pocket and towards the direction in which his phone - his dead phone, specifically - had been secured. His music player had died earlier on in the day as a result of a lack of charging; the same with his phone since he had decided to use it as a temporary backup, only to have it suffer the same fate partway during his last class.

He regretted it immensely by then.

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It had been for nothing more than safety measures; that much was a fact. Truth be told, he himself did believe that pressing the buttons was more than an undeniably useless solution and attempt to remedy what was more or less a lost cause at that particular point in time. Be it due to the prior dysfunction of the shaft, or perhaps its simple, unresponsive nature at the time, the very buttons that he had pressed glowed faintly within its soft, illuminate golden hue in response to being triggered, though the room itself remained continuously dormant in betrayal of their seeming activation. Shifting his hands and faintly clenching them into fists, the boy grit his teeth within a clear an bold sense of frustration and impatience alike, reluctantly reeling them back towards his form and slipping either one within their respective pockets. During the same, relative time, he took a swift and immediate note of what his unappreciative companion had taken care to preach in regards to her take on the matter at hand; something that would have been able to be safely assumed to have done the farthest thing from lightening the scenario for him. Piercing voids of an emerald hue would have found themselves scanning over the encircled numbers spread before his line of sight - both dulled and brightened alike - though gradually shifted over to loom upon the neon-haired girl a small ways behind him as he turned his head, glaring at her from over his shoulder. Either one of his eyes veiled overly briefly as he inhaled slowly, holding the taken breath within his lungs for a fair amount of time before releasing it and turning his form altogether in order to appropriately face her.

"On a normal basis, I would say the exact same thing about you, but after my day so far, I'm actually inclined to believe you..." he muttered bitterly. Eyeing her for a moment or two, he quirked his lip with a minor shroud of both disapproval and agitation alike before focusing his attention upon the opposite side of the elevator. "Everyone is a nuisance on a day-to-day basis, but whatever fucking God up there really must be wanting to fuck me over today if he's shoving me into a broken elevator shaft with someone like you... Your personality seems as repulsive as your appearance, so I'd like to say that I'm pretty damn unlucky like you say I am."

By the end of those words, he would have ended his short lived trek towards the corner he had occupied prior to the shaft's breaking, leaning against the furthermost rail that rested against the back wall as he crossed his feet over one another while continuously maintaining his stance. "That being said, do us both a favor and just shut up for however long this lasts," he added soon afterwards, glaring her way from the corner of his eye. "I don't wanna hear whatever ludicrous idiocy that's likely bound to leave that mouth of yours, and I doubt that you could say the same thing about me, so just keep quiet and I'll do the same to make things even."

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