You crawl out of your bed, rubbing at your eye to dislodge whatever behemoth worth of sleep was making you TEAR UP like that just now. You don't cry, unless your body is actively trying to sabotage you, which it does pretty often.
As you land yourself upright, you let out a 'Lights,' and brightness abruptly surrounds you. Thankfully, your eyes are already shielded from the sudden change in lighting quality, and you don't even flinch. Cool guys like you never flinch.
Speaking of, Mr.Cool Guy, just who might you be?
Your name is LYLE ILBERT.
You're probably one of the chillest, most radical dudes to ever grace this soon to be flaming ball of nothingness that you call a planet. Your interests are many, just like your levels of total chillaxin' cool dudeness points, but you will keep it brief since you are in a bit of a rush to get down to your GRANDFATHER's laboratory.
Mostly, you like ANIME. Specifically COOL ANIME about COOL MUSCLE-Y DUDES, or totes friggin' cool-headed BADASSES. Some of your favourite characters can more than help others to discern a lot about you, and what you deem as the COOLEST OF THE COOL, like ULQUIORRA from BLEACH, or SAI from NARUTO.
Izzy was the one who got you into Naruto, since she's SUCH an aficionado of the rad ninja anime. Though, she's more of a fighting game type, living for the competitive nature of the various Naruto games that exist, while you prefer to call yourself a connoisseur of the LORE of the actual anime and manga. The fact that you've got OCs out the ass by now more than enough proof of that. Izzy usually tries to get you to RP them with her, but shit, only TOTAL EMO LOSERS RP, right? Izzy is just a weird outlier. She's always a weird outlier, if you're entirely honest.
You also have an interest in ANIMAL KEEPING. Probably thanks to your aforementioned grandfather, and how he raised you here, on a ranch filled to the brim with an insane amount of animals, all of who you take special care of every day inbetween your 3 daily naps.
Your least, and yet most, favourite of them is your PET BIRD, NUGGET. Your feelings about your coveted pet bird are complicated, but really, who DOESN'T have a weird complicated relationship with their pets?
... Nevermind. That was weird, and you want to forget you ever thought it. You and your bird are totes coolio, and don't have a complex friendship that involvs a bunch of dumb loser bullshit.
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>LYLE: Search Drawers
Yeah, you GUESS you could do that.
You hop over to your drawers, observing them as coolheadedly as humanly possible. You are, afterall, as cool as a cucumber.
You decide to use your totally cool and awesome and totes amazing special drawer opening move. You reminisce over how, if you were in a shounen anime, this would be your, like, finisher move that you'd use to kill the bad guy that the protagonist was too gentle hearted to off himself.
FUCKIN' SHIT HELL THAT HURT LIKE A SON OF A GUN.
>LYLE: Stop crying, crybaby!
You're NOT crying! You've just got some dust in your eye, damnit!
Through your watery eyes, you grab hold of the drawers handle, popping open the drawer like a boring, normal person.
Inside you see what you always see when you look through it; Your prized figurine of Sai, some volumes of the Naruto Manga, and some rough drafts of a fanfiction you were working on writing in your free time. Of which you have very little of between taking care of everything on the farm, and keeping up your social life.
>LYLE: Captchalogue Figure
You never could resist carrying Sai around with you everywhere. He's so cool.
Taking him out of the drawer, you toss him into your BACKPACK MODUS.
>LYLE: Check out your posters
Sure, sure. It may very well be the last time you see them, so may as well say your goodbyes.
Completely bypassing every other poster, you hop back onto your bed, and sit adjacent to your poster of Sai.
You'll be sad to never see him again... He's always been there for you, at the end of your bed, watching down on you like some total awesome bro.
AHEM. Ha. Haha. Yeah. You say a quick goodbye to your poster, and jump back off your bed to continue with your dumbass shenanigans before you inevitably have to face up to the problem at hand.