Twenty-one-year-old Tristan Fhaeral was currently cleaning up things in the kitchen, killing time before he had to leave for his college classes. His single violet eye shifted about the room, taking in the state of the room. He vaguely wondered if Colton was going to come and eat anything this morning. He had the feeling that his roommate was very bad at being an adult, or at least that was the feeling that he was getting. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about that one honestly, the young man working on cleaning up and allowing his thoughts to wander.