Sevin walked to his room, banging the door behind him. His blonde hair was tousled, falling over his eyes. He picked up one of the towels that was on the floor and used it to wipe away the sweat that was trickling down his neck.
As he was walking, he stubbed his toe onto the foot of his chair. Due to the pain, he dropped the towel, and jumped up and down for a few seconds, rubbing onto his painful toe. After a few seconds, the pain from his toe reduced, and he cursed softly, "Damnit."
He was in a horribly sour mood, as he had been for the past few weeks. Even his housemates were keeping their distance from him, worrying that he would finally lose it and take it out on them.
Despite that, he felt that he was being quite conscious. For one, he had managed to keep his wolf in check. This was the reason why he excercised and spared a lot. It would keep his wolf down, and ensure his animalistic instincts did not come out.
