His gaze drifted to the female that had found herself sitting cross legged on the dorm floor, managing to slip there and begin combing the neatly written words cramped into the small boxes for each day before he'd noticed. Madison leaned forward, pale eyes meeting her own bright gaze with a lopsided smirk and air of arrogance and insouciance.
"I'm popular for good reason, and if you want I'll show you." Pale fingers gently caressed her cheek, the tip of one resting on her lower lip teasingly. "But I will have to ask you to restrain from reading anything that belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, too, you'll stay out of my room especially."
Drawing away, the white haired boy slammed his book closed, treating it with little regard for the pages half falling out or the cover that peeled and tore here and there. "I think I'll go for a shower before I head to the cafeteria." He mumbled, gripping the shirt by it's hem and dragging it off in familiar, quick motion.
Throwing the clothing article on to the sofa, Madison ambled towards the bathroom door, brushing imaginary specks of dirt from his bare chest. He paused at the doorway, gaze drifting back to Lea—or whatever her name was. "You coming down to the cafeteria? I shower quickly if you want to after me."
“Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｙｏｕｎｇｅｒ , ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ
ｗａｓ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ. Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ.”