A soft thud echoes through the silent room as Octavius rolls out of bed. He shuffles to his knees before pushing himself upright, a tired face reflected in the mirror placed on the dresser next to his bedroom door. Octavius' platinum blond hair sticks out in practically every direction, and he's wearing a plain black t-shirt with black shorts that may or may not be his boxers. He yawns widely, rubbing his eyes.
