Ali woke up the next morning, tired as usual. It seemed to be that no matter how much sleep he got, he would always wake up feeling drained, but after about half an hour of physical movement, he seemed to be very energetic. He grasped he canvas bag, filled with his text books, and put them in front of his door. Very excited about the enriched Fine Arts class he would be taking later on that day, he excitedly pulled his art supplied out from his drawer, and shoved it into his bag as well. He looked over at his clock, and began looking through his closet, after deciding that he had woken up a bit too late to take a shower. He found a slimming, black shirt, which he wore with a pair of simple jeans. He walked into the bathroom, and soaked his hair in the sink, not only bringing him to his senses from his sleep, but also putting his hair back to it's original state, splitting through the middle, and falling towards either side of his head, instead of combed up, as he experimented previously. Taking a deep sigh, he slowly nudged Princess, waking her up from a dandy slumber. Cheerfully, she hopped into Ali's bag, and zipped it up from inside, so that only her head were peeking out. Ali let out a small giggle, slipped on his only pair of shoes, and walked out into the hall, to the dining hall. He saw Nat sketching something, and being the potential artist he was, was very intrigued. Before ordering any breakfast at all, he calmly walked over behind Nat, and leaned over her shoulder, observing the sketch.
"That's so adorable!" He stated, releasing a deep laugh. He sat down beside her, and continued to watch, leaving Princess squealing for food. She unzipped the bag, and jumped onto the table between the group of girls, expecting some attention from them.
"Pichu Pi!" She said as she rolled around on the table, trying to achieve their recognition.