Put the tea on. [Sano]

[fredlyin]

deep blue eyes the color of the night sky flitted down the hallway.

Ru gripped the strap of his little bag, a thumb at his roughed lips to nibble his nail. His face creased lightly in worry. Jesus; if there was one thing he detested, it was a long hallway. Well, nearly everything made his stomach bubble and churn like this lately; it was simply a case of bad nerves. Bad nerves and unfortunate run ins, unwanted interrogations, sore jaws. He...well, he knew he wasn't there. The Italian simply had the nerves of a witless little rabbit.

He sighed. He needed something to ease his body...a hot bath, or even a hit.

Dropping his hot hands to his side and this time turning his teeth on the soft, pink flesh of his lip, he began the trek. Each time he passed a door, his entire body shuddered at the possibility of it straddling to reveal...oh, stop it!

One door was open; his breath hitched.

The Italian flickered, body shaking from sudden fatigue, of vertigo. Waas he hungry? He had yet t eat...maybe that was it. His nerves were churning his empty belly mercilessly. As tentatively as a groundhog from its burrow, his head slid through the straddled door. And his eyes glided over the room. No one was there.

Was the room empty? Ru dearly hoped not. As much as strangers caused him to shake, being alone at night was out of the question. Bags on the bed settled and buzzed his mind all in one exact moment. There was a resident. Was this person friend or foe?

Ru was wordless. Silent. He crossed the room in hesitant steps, over to inspect. There was little he could judge on: candles was all he found. That was...strange with electrical lighting in the room. Hell, most houses these days had it. Was the electricity faulty? Just as well.

The boy propped up his easel in the corner of the room to rest his shoulder.

[Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske]

He hated this place.

He hated everything.

It was how he was, really. Hatred fueled his every moment, his every breath, beyond those concerning his brother. The only reason he hadn't drank himself to death, or over-dosed on those beautiful drugs, was to protect him, and he wasn't sure he could do that, so far away... in this forsaken school, away from prying, innocent minds, beyond the few here by accident, or the few here by their own accord. Disgusting creatures, each and every one of them, but beautiful, at least a few of them. Dis, LeBara, Wren, Blake... The others as well, he supposed, but he couldn't care enough to think of their names. The only reason he remembered the others' were because of either importance or amusement. He would say that he remembered Princess as well, and he did, but he couldn't think of 'her' name, nor did he care to. 'She' was annoying, more so than most everyone else here. If Sano had his gun, he would have shot the idiot already, but he didn't, because of this God-damn school, filled to the brim with threats and no possible ways to dispose of them without ever seeing his brother again. Yavin wouldn't talk to him in jail, nor here, if he remembered his character enough. Yavin would be pissed at him, and he had a good reason to be, even if Sano would rather him not be... This place was suffocating him. He was always on edge. People pried too much. People knew too much. These teachers read each file, each hint. These students were just as bad, and through the time of his sentence, he knew... someone would know everything. Someone would figure it all out, and he refused to let that happen because of his own issues, his own mistakes. God-damn it!

He hissed gently as he pushed himself away from the Common Room.

This place was hell.

Everything was hell.

He couldn't sleep lately. The nightmares were more frequent, and even when he slept through the night, he was still tired in the morning, from whimpering, or turning, or whatever he did when he dreamed. He dreamed of everything he could to make him feel horrible, feel ridiculous and filled with pain. His chest still ached when he was waking, though that could also be from the mass amount of cigarettes he'd been consuming since his arrival in this place. He had to be careful though... He couldn't go through them entirely. He refused to be without them, or the weed he kept in odd places, hidden away from any eye, mechanical or no. The cocaine was very little, but also hidden. He couldn't risk it, even if he doubted that anyone would go into his room and find it. He refused to believe that anyone would go into his room at all. He had clearly told them that he wanted a room alone, all alone, and they had told him that he'd have one. He chose to ignore the other bed in the room, the decorated side, different than his own. Perhaps they hadn't any single room to give him? That was his assumption, and thus he ignored the nagging at the back of his mind that he was wrong, and that they were bastards... Well, the latter he knew for a fact. Still... As long as he never received a room-mate, or at least he wasn't bothered, and his room itself was never bothered, he was fine. Really. Fine... completely fine.

Of course, he was serious about those little conditions on his happiness with any roommate. So, really, when he paused at his door to watch a complete (if ridiculously beautiful) stranger inspect his things, he was rather.. displeased. He tensed and glared, gripped tightly to his own fist in his pocket, nails against his palm. He tilted his chin up, merely watching. After all, he didn't want to interrupt, hm? Now, now, that was rude, and Sano didn't wish to be rude, did he? Of course not... He let the child look through his things, his candles, before going to a corner and unloading the easel from his shoulder. Sano merely watched. This boy was... irritating, and he didn't even know him yet. Walking to his side was one thing, inspecting the candles was worse. So he liked candles. It wasn't a damn crime, was it? No. He shouldn't be on his side in the first place! That was why they had sides. Sano's things were his own, not to be touched by another, or even looked at. They were his. He had had enough idiots going through his things, stealing them, when he was in the damn orphanage, he didn't need it here!

“I would advise you to stay to your own.”

He slipped passed the door-frame, shutting and locking it without a care. This was his room first. Whatever the kid wanted, he'd learn to deal with it. Sano wasn't going to give up his own need of security for this nosy little brat, this.. undeniably attractive bitch. No... Sano was hardly in the mind to consider fucking him, even. He didn't like having sex with those he'd see more than most, and this kid would know his sleeping habits, which was knowing too much for his comfort, and he was too close to even consider... No. Never. He gave him a faint sneer, his chin raised high, poised and arrogant, his back straight with high-class. He slipped his bag off of his shoulder and set it onto his bed, then ran a hand through his tangled hair. Pathetic child... hn. Pulling off his thick trench-coat, he revealed a thin white blouse under a nice brown vest. He wordlessly pulled a gold pocket watch from his jeans to check the time, then tucked it back in place and glanced at the other, if only to make sure he was far away from him. He didn't want anyone close to him, ever. Rooming with someone was enough to put him on edge... Tch. Brat.

Sorry for the wait ;w;

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