Visit (Seeking Shadow!)

[Lino Vidal Cartagena]

Sighing, the redhead plopped onto the chair, simultaneously resting his arm on the wooden table and tapping a quick beat. There really wasn't much to do. Being unable to sleep along with having a broken forearm was rather inconveniencing; he wasn't going to risk further injuring it in a fight and who actually bothered to attend classes, right? And all the same, he'd won the fight and could survive on that victory for as long as it took to heal, probably.

Nevertheless, Lino really didn't mind doing nothing. He most certainly wasn't going to finish the piled up assignments, and helping Ace study was just...nah. Well, he could do some of his homework; might as well, and looking the answer could help him figure out how it was done...right? Hn, it didn't matter really. If Ace decided to leave everything at Lino's dorm room, then there was nothing stopping him from doing whatever he felt like doing with them.

Evidently, the younger boy left a lot at Lino's dorm room. There were games, bags, and food, and knowing Lino, he wouldn't make the effort. However, he didn't mind the mess or eating potato chips while doing the said homework. It was just a bit of math, some science...easy enough for Lino--kid who hardly studied himself--to quickly finish. Well, he paid some attention in class (when he actually made it.)

At the moment, the short fifteen year-old was doing just that, in his left hand a ballpoint pen whilst the other--arm in cast from below elbow to wrist--holding onto the bag of chips. His fingers were slender, perhaps as much as the rest of his body. Sure, he didn't starve himself, but there was a limit to how heavy he could get with insomnia and the constant need to fight. Sure, he was far stronger than he had been, but...well, there was also the smoking. Yeah, he would've like a cig right about now…

All the same, he wasn't supposed to smoke for a week, and it wasn't supposed to be hard; it wasn't hard. All he had to do was not think about it, which wasn't difficult, either. In the end, it took no longer than a couple of minutes for him to finish the homework, and once again, there was nothing to do. Maybe he shouldn't have kicked out Ace… Well, the younger boy had politely excused himself, so Lino hardly had anything to do with it other than giving him a reason to leave. It was a dumb reason, one that Ace should've easily disregarded.

Standing up, the redhead made his way towards the door, evident pain in his forest green eyes. Well, let's just say someone had decided to bring a knife into the fight; had decided to make use of his agility to land as many slashes as possible at the boy's torso; had decided to run off afterwards, just as well. The wounds were recent, and he'd been advised to avoid moving too much in fear of reopening them. With a grunt, he pushed open the door and walked over to Shadow's dorm room, finding nothing else to do and relying mainly on the likelihood of him not being there. It could get annoying listening to him ramble about how Lino was supposed to make an effort when it came to polishing up his appearance. Well, thanks to a friend, the short male's hair was in wavy curls, falling over his eyes and shoulders. Sure, that was his natural hair type, but you could hardly tell when he didn't comb it. Hn, yeah. He'd dressed himself in a tank top and a pair of jeans, the usual--despite the terribly cold weather.

And after placing three hard knocks against the door, he patiently awaited an answer.

[Shadow Ares]

Shadow had been laying down on his bed. Just too lazy to get up to his next class. He found staring at his reflection much more interesting than a droning professor talking about the history of demons and halflings. He had heard it all before. Some more interesting than what was taught in class.

A knock on the door interrupted his affair with his mirror. Could it be Ace? But Ace would never knock like that. He yelled at the knocks, "Who do you think you are disturbing my peace?" He wasn't getting up from his bed, no he was not leaving his mirror hanging from reflecting such a handsome god like him.

And he was just too lazy to walked towards the door to open it. He can bust it open however he likes. But he won't get his ass up off of the comforts of his bed.

Shadow sported a black wife beater and gray jeans. The wife beater molded his chest and fit him just right. Even just wearing something as simple as that made him look like a male model for one of those high-end clothing brands. Of course, he already knew that and didn't want to stress himself out by opening the door for anyone.

Ace would be the only exception, maybe Lino if he felt like helping the guy it. He had overheard, Lino got into a fight again. The guy was told to have a weapon with him. He could have taken that out of the way if it was him. As for Lino, he didn't really give a lot of thought about him.

[Lino Vidal Cartagena]

"Who do you think you are disturbing my peace?"
Lino heaved a sigh of both relief an annoyance: so he was there, though he obviously didn't feel the need to get up an open the door. The short male definitely had quite a lot of patience--as well as time to spare--but he wasn't going to stand there waiting for him to open the goddamned door.

"Shadow," he spoke, voice weak and almost identical to that of Ace. He placed his hand over the door nob, letting out yet another sigh when he discovered that it actually wasn't locked. Well, either way, maybe he'd come close enough in mimicking Ace's voice to get Shadow off his ass by the time Lino had entered. Oh, how happy would that make him.

Roughly pushing the door open, he stepped in, quickly slamming it close. "Hey Shad!" he smiled, making his voice sound as feminine as he could. Oh how he loved to tease. Well, it wasn't as if it was often that Lino had his hair open looking like this. Sure, placing one hand against his hip with his injured arm just barely hidden behind him was rather painful, but he could endure it for the little time that it would require Shadow to either physically or verbally abuse him. Well, he could also just ignore him.

[Shadow Ares]

Shadow turned his eyes away from the mirror to the 'intruder'. "Lino, that was a desperately failed attempt to mimic Ace..." He eyed him up and down observing his broken down figure. "What the fuck did you get your already train wreck of a self into this time, Cartagena?" Not that he really cared but he wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

"Have you seen Ace?" His tone suddenly turned weak and melancholy. He missed him, it wasn't like the guy was gone that long but the gang wasn't complete without Ace. Nothing was complete without Ace.

"Sit down." He commanded, pointing to a chair by the study table as he tucked the mirror away to talk to his visitor.

[Lino Vidal Cartagena]

Lino shrugged; an attempt was an attempt. However, he would've absolutely loved it if Shadow had fallen for it. It was such an unlikely thing to occur given how well Shadow knew Ace, but that only would've made his victory more pleasurable. Oh, and then he'd have every right to rub it in his face whenever he felt like it for months.

He grimaced when the older--and taller--boy called him by his last name. Just about everyone called him V; just about everyone knew that he hated being called by his surname; just about anyone who dared do so got punched in the face. However, given his current condition, he couldn't. Well, there was also the face that it was Shadow.

"A fight. What else?" Lino knew that Shadow already knew as much, but why not? "First some kid decides to fucken' attack me with a knife. Then I got beat up by a couple of dudes...though I started that fight," he grinned. Yes, he was fully aware that he had done nothing worth bragging about, but he didn't come to Shadow to receive sympathy and pity.

He made his way across the room, taking his time. There was no rush to reach the chair, and he most certainly couldn't risk reopening his wounds. Hn, he'd probably walked to Shadow's room faster than this. Well, there was just something enjoyable about teasing Shad. It was nice seeing someone as egotistical and narcissistic as him asking about another in that tone with that voice.

Sitting down and lazily leaning against the back of the chair, he faced the blond. "Well, he was actually in my dorm room about half an hour ago. Though I think he's got class now. Should be back in an hour," he replied, twirling a strand of hair around his finger idly. He didn't really keep track of him, but it was often Lino that Ace consulted when it came to his studies.