Readin' an' Eatin' (continued)

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"Alright Riri, I don't know how you won't get noticed with those clothes." He looked at her disgusted but he was just worried for her.

But it seems like Erina knew the dorm as if she resided there even longer than Kellin. Just to be safe, Kellin took off his jacket and lent it to Erina.

He covered her up with it, she kind of looked like a hobo under the jacket. "As a disguise, I hope it works." He sounded like he was muttering to himself. Cold sweat was starting to form on his forehead.

[Erina Layl]

Erina completely ignored Kellin, not the slightest hint of worry evident across her features. And the only reason she kept the jacket on was because it was relatively cold. Sure, her affinity had granted her minor grander immunity to the cold, but minor was minor. Letting go of his hand, she untied her hair, letting it easily fall over her eyes. With a grunt, she looked around.

There was hardly anyone around, really. Well, at least not in the hallway. "So..." she mumbled, unfamiliar with where he stayed.

[itslaserbits]

Kellin placed his hands on her shoulder as he guided the way. "I'm on the twelfth floor, have you ever been up there?" He asked her as they ascended a staircase. "So you girls aren't restricted? How come I've never gotten any visitors?" He kidded around as they climbed some more.

They got to the twelfth floor after a few more flights of stairs. He walked up to his door and pulled out a key from the side pocket of his polo. He fit it into the keyhole and twisted the knob open.

"Come on in." Kellin's room wasn't that of a mess. His bed was fixed and there weren't any stuff on the floor. But the other bed was in a mess, a lot of stuff were on top of it. Clothes, books, etc. There were papers on one of the study tables with pens, pencils and other art materials.

Kellin had the privilege of having two wardrobes since he didn't have any room mates. The walls were decorated with cut-outs of bats, a life-sized drawing of Jack Skellington, posters of bands and a few sketches of an elder looking woman.

He sat on his bedside and adjusted the two picture frames on the other study table that he had disarranged from it's original position, one containing a portrait of his father and mother and the other with him and his dad.

[Erina Layl]

-"Well, I've been to the second floor...but never your grade area. Too old," she snickered, grinning as they ascended. "Ah...because they thought you were gay?" she continued to joke. "Well...not all girls are interested in guys in that manner. But, ye know...so it's probably just your personality..."

Oh, most of what Erina said was probably complete bullshit. Well, sure, she was being honest, but her mind had means to perceiving such things in an offending way. It just came...naturally.

"Hai! Your room's actually pretty neat," she commented, looking around. She pushed her hair away from her eyes, sitting down at the study table. "You draw?" she questioned, fingers tapping on the table.

She shifted her attention back to him, watching as he adjusted the two picture frames.

[itslaserbits]

Kellin rolled his eyes at Erina's comments. "Rumor has it this floor is haunted." He paused for a moment, then continued. "But I guess even the ghosts are scared of me. I'm the phantom now...oooohhh" He shrugged as he took off his bonnet and shoes then messed up his hair.

He felt sleepy as he always does after lunch, the one hour break was usually used for a nap but since he had company he's going to have to keep himself awake because his eyes were starting to droop and a series of yawns had just escaped his mouth.

"Well I don't have anyone else to help clean up so why cause myself any trouble with cleaning up." He watched her move from where she was standing to the other study table. "Hmm, oh.. a little." He took off his polo and wanted to lay on his bed so badly but stopped himself by fishing for his music player under the bundle of pillows on his bed.

He plugged the gadget onto a small speaker on the study table and a soft melody filled the room. He was too lazy to change it and even felt much sleepier than before. So he turned to Erina and gestured for her to come nearer with his index finger.

[Erina Layl]

Erina, relaxed, continued to slightly sway, pushing against the seat only to pull herself back in an instant. She was hardly listening to what he was saying; his words were hardly audible, and she was hardly in the mood for a conversation. Besides, that was what everyone said: a little. Why? Because if they said that they made an effort then it would give her the right to judge what she saw. It was the same as saying just a hobby. Hn, Erina really didn't have many of those… Well, she used to, but she really didn't care for anything in particular anymore…

"Eeeh! What's that music?!" Erina practically shouted, losing balance and falling over. She wasn't expecting him to do that. Why'd he do that? It was calm, boring music…somewhat familiar, but still boring to listen to. Her reaction? Well, perhaps a tad over-the-top, but it was sudden, wasn't it? She had been carelessly looking around and BAM! Now she was staring at the ceiling, too lazy to get up. "Kelly, turn that shit off," she ordered, voice calmer than she had expected. Sighing, she pushed herself into a seated position, carefully eying the older boy.

What happened to his shirt? Hn, she hadn't been paying much attention anyhow. "I'm booored," she commented, now staring at him. Wasn't he supposed to entertain or something? Well, it wasn't as if she did much when she had someone over, but she wasn't Kel. He also looked as if he was about to doze off.

[itslaserbits]

Kellin not able to hold himself up anymore, slammed his back to the bed. He slowly lifted his shirt up, exposing his abdomen. It was starting to get hot in his room or maybe it was because he wasn't used to sharing the cold.

"Chopin.. I forgot to change it from the lullabies to something else." He furrowed his eye brows as Erina called the music shit. Any type of music cannot be called as just any shit. He pulled himself to a sitting position and called out to Erina "Then pick a song."

Kellin slammed himself back on the bed and rolled his shirt up some more. He was getting really sleepy, bored and down right irritable. Since he was too drawn to his bed to get up from it he turned to playing around with his shirt. Then a bright idea comes up, "You said you'd help me with my 'fashion' problem." He lazily raised his finger and pointed at the two closets from both sides of the room.

[Erina Layl]

"Eeeeh...music hurts my head," she grunted, sticking out her tongue at him. Sure, sometimes she sang her heart out, but that was usually because she wanted to greatly annoy someone. Well, usually for a shitload of people. Best thing about Erina was that she treated everyone equally. She was bound to have assaulted more than half of the kids that attended the school, though in return, she had probably gotten beaten down by even more than that. Ah well, came with being and looking the way she did.

Erina stared at the ground for a moment, falling silent. "What's fashion?" Yes, that was a terrible choice of words. Fashion? Pfffft! "Why d'ya have two closets?" she questioned, finally standing up. "Y'know, I'd give you my pants if not for the fact that you're...tall." She wrinkled her nose at him. There was nothing wrong with being tall, but she was short. She didn't like being short--though it did help her get around easily. Pulling open the closet door, she stuck her head in, oblivious to the darkness that blinded her. "Can't really see much," she giggled, stepping back slightly to flash him a smile.

And with that, she started to seriously look through his clothes. "Is it Winter?" she questioned, sounding genuinely puzzled. The dog breed that she was "affiliated" with gave her an edge over the cold, a bit of an immunity--though in reality she was practically freezing most of the time due to the clothes that she wore.

[itslaserbits]

"I can change that." He said, jumping of off the bed and walking towards her. Taking his music player and a pair of headphones on his study/bedside table. "Now don't fret." "PLEASE."He said as he placed the headphones, slowly over her ears. "Does that hurt, Riri?" He hoped it didn't he just wanted to let her try out something she could like. In exchange for her help, he's being really nice.

He laughed as she wondered about his closets. "I didn't think anyone would like to share a room or a closet with me so I took the other one too." He had a triumphant smile plastered on his face, proud that he didn't share with anyone. He opened the closet door for Erina some more so she can see the whole content of the closet.

Kellin found it weird that she didn't know that it had been winter for a few months. "Let me remind you." He placed his hand on the side of her face and leaned in, placing a kiss on her lips. "It was snowing, the day we met." He breathed, still not letting go of her.

[Erina Layl]

Erina remained calm, allowing him to place the headphones on her ears. "No..." she sighed, letting out a grunt. Great, he had proved her wrong and she was admitting to it. She felt somewhat defeated, but the feeling eventually vanished.

"Well how many clothes have you got?" she giggled, a reaction to both his answer and the smile across his lips.

The girl froze when those same lips met hers. "What the fuck was that about?" she questioned, not even bothering to step back. "Do you really go around kissing people like that? I'm gonna punch you in the face if you don't do that to the next person we meet. Otherwise, I will not allow you to harbor these emotions for me."

Sighing and shaking it off, she looked through his closet, nonchalantly tossing out whatever clothes she didn't like. She eventually placed a scarlet hoodie against his chest, mumbling to the lyrics of the music that he had made her listen to.

[itslaserbits]

He was happy that she liked it. He could get her an an album of the band once he gets back home for Christmas. He can introduce her to a lot more artists while he's here. That'd be beneficial for both of them, he'll have someone to discuss about music and she'll learn to love it.

"Just two, it's enough." He shrugged. The other closet didn't really hold any clothes but his luggage, usually he'd find some cigarettes in the pockets of his bags. He didn't really know how many he had dropped in there but it would just be a surprise for him.

Kellin scrunched his eyebrows at her. "I thought that meant nothing to you." He went wide eyed at the next things she said. "Woah, woah. I do not go around and kiss people and you can't tell me who I should kiss? Harboring feelings... for you???" He sucked on his lip, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Listen, kid I do not have feelings for you. Maybe it's the other way around since you seem so defensive, bombarding me with questions, orders and aggressiveness." Another moment to smirk and he was enjoying it.

[Erina Layl]

Erina giggled.
"I act like that towards everyone. Well, maybe not defensive. Does that mean that I love everyone?" she questioned, her tone comical and fallowed by a gasp. "Yeah, it means nothing, so what's the point of doing meaningless things? Waste of time and breath."

Oh yes, Erina Layl couldn't possibly waste another second. "I am, however, able to take my aggressiveness to the next level," she whispered, pushing him down and onto the bed. She truly couldn't stifle the laugh for any longer. Ah, her, harboring feelings of love towards someone? Now, that was the impossible.

"And I would've blushed or something if that were the case. People do that, don't they?" she questioned, returning to her usual tone. It was hard for her to "role-play" and "stay in character", and what was more fun that being herself, right?

"Anyway, try those," she ordered, tossing a pair of heavy cargo pants on top of him.

[itslaserbits]

"As for the clothes, I believe I've lost count." He said, trying to imitate a duke of some old English time. Her giggles are just too darn cute, his lips form a smile every time he hears her.

"You're babbling, I don't think you do that with everyone." Kellin hitched his breathe as Erina pushed him to the bed, "...and you're overly aggressive and defensive when it comes to me." He watched her toss some of his cargo pants on him.

"People can hide a blush, they can even hide feelings for years." He said with a matter of fact tone. As he gathered the pile of cargo pants to the side of his bed, he wondered how come he's been sticking to skinny jeans when he could have changed to these some days and the latter on other days. Then there'd be variation.

"Milady, I do not think it would be comfortable for you and me to expose you to my drawers." The cocky, old English duke is back. The only thing that broke his poise was his head scratching as he wondered."Man, I had no idea I brought all these clothes with me."

[Erina Layl]

Well, that most certainly was a shitload of clothes. And she had been obliged to take out just about every single one of them out of that closet to reach the precious loose pants. She didn't even have half as many, but then again, she doubted that he wore a completely different every day.

"You don't even know me. Or have you been stalking me, you overly obsessive annoying idiot?" she replied, eying him carefully with one eyebrow raised. She didn't believe a word she had said, why would he? "We're friends!" she stated, smiling widely. Of course she wouldn't say "just" friends. How could friendship be underrated in such a manner, any by her? Not today and not the next.

"How do they do that? Or how do people even blush?" she pondered. She didn't recall blushing at any point… Well, it was rather difficult for her to become embarrassed. Obliviousness won that battle. "And why would someone hide their feelings for years? People change every day, so by the time they confess--if they ever do--they'd probably be talking to a completely different person," she added. And altogether it was pretty dumb.

Erina let out yet another giggle, trotting over to the desk and plopping onto the chair. "I won't look," she promised, extending her arms across the table and leaning against it. She really just wanted to get this over with. Thinking about clothes was exhausting. Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes, momentarily.

[itslaserbits]

Kellin took off the red hoodie he didn't know he had. He rolled his shirt back down and pulled down his pants quickly. Pulling on the cargo pants with the same speed.

"What do you think?" He said, tapping on her shoulder as he messed up his hair in a neater way. "Don't push your luck, kid I don't stalk anyone I just felt you... I am your friend now so I'm starting to learn your body language."

He patted the empty space beside him as he sat on his bedside. "Come on over here and I'll tell you all about my liife as a former human. That is, if you're interested." He cocked his head to the side and smirked as he waited for her reaction.