"I'm not insane, there has to be a reasonable explanation-"

"You could stop messing about with that magic bullshit, maybe?" interrupted Mircea's roomate Dimitar as the two were walking on their way to school. This intejection,  of course, resulted in an overly dramatic gasp from the slightly shorter brunette. Mock offense was much preferable than admitting to the fact that one was embarrassed, especially at the notion of them thinking aloud once again, thank you very much.

"Well, excuse me mister, but I'm fairly certain my charms and fortune telling do not have harmful side effects and- Where the fuck are you going? Dimi...Dimitar--"

Dimitar simply rolled his eyes and shook his head in a half-hearted display of some sort of negativity as soon as his apparent friend began talking, and actually began to pick up his pace. The intent to leave Mircea behind rather than listening to his  deranged rambles much preferred. As soon as Mircea took notice, nontheless, an indignant squeak of sorts emitted from him as he dashed after the other, a full blown pout evident on his face as he attempted to catch up. By now, Dimitar was practically sprinting away and laughing at his face as the distance increased. Shouts of profanity were exchanged as the duo ended up just flat out racing each other to the school gates. Nothing more than light hearted banter, really.

The Bulgarian didn't wish to hear of his woes? Fine then, Mircea was mighty fine with lamenting over the voices that have made themselves residents in his mind. The guy is too down to earth for their to be hopes of him understanding in the slightest anyways. Perhaps he could ask his online friends or something, one of them might have speculations other than schizophrenia. He'll get to the bottom of this- yes! And then once that's all sorted out everything will be right again and-

"Mircea, you're talking to yourself again."

A shriek of denial, spluttering, and the harsh clang of metal as a locker was slammed shut much too roughly.

"God damn you, Dimitar!"