Blackice

*tilts my head* and what's real to you?

*He scoffs, the sound sharp in the quiet cave.* This. This cave. The fact that my temper ruins everything. *He looks away, as if regretting the words the moment they left his mouth.* That's what's real.

*He scoffs and turns away from you, looking out of the cave.* Just don't get in my way. *He mutters under his breath.* I'm not in the mood for your nonsense.

*sits down on my bed* chill, I'm not gonna bother you.

*He glances over his shoulder at you, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.* Good. I'd like to keep it that way. *He turns back to the view outside.*