Dexter lay on his bed, with no roommate and nothing to do, his gemstone eyes glittering in the light. Uuggh, boredom makes me hungry. He thought as he unzipped his bag and took out a stolen crystal ball. Yes, he eats gems. He took a large bite of it, but it shattered under the pressure of his teeth, revealing not to be crystal, but glass. He cursed at himself, tasting blood. There might be something to do on the other side of that door... Just have to get up. After around thirty seconds, Dexter had finally motivated himself enough to leave his den. He stood there for a few moments, and decided there was nothing to do anywhere, so he continued to stand there with a look of disappointment on his face.