Phase 1: Induco → Tiffany
－ ✓ It’d been a long while since he’d come to rest in the bed he was now in - and even longer since he’d taken the time to peruse the grounds that he called home. Would this even constitute as a home? There was blatant doubt in whatever answer that his mind managed to conjure up; and even more in blank orbs that gazed inattentively in the direction of his ceiling. Pink hair obstructed his view, as normal, and he puckered his lips to blow silk strands from his face. The colour that he’d become synonymous with was even louder than ever after his eldest sister had convinced him to let her re-dye it. He was certain that someone he used to know would see him from kilometers away - if only he would move to go outside. At the thought of the outside world, the composer shifted his head in the direction of his window, eyes fixing on the familiar expanse that stretched out past Harrington House. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to go for a walk - it would prolong the assault of boredom upon his senses, at least, for a while longer. Coming to the decision to actually peel himself from the comfort of his bed, he reached to the side, slender fingers fumbling around until coming into contact with the discarded v-neck tee that he’d taken off earlier. The fabric was tugged into place before he searched out his favourite blazer and boots were toed on and tied, situated to rest atop the calves of his jeans. iPod and phone were tucked into proper place and he had just opened the door to his dorm to step out, not bothering to show the most minute amount of attention to where he was going.