"Good riddance," Zaine muttered jokingly. He waited till the door sounded shut, then peeked over his shoulder to make sure Dimitri was gone before hopping out of bed. He stretched for a minute, then, nearly fully awake, slapped the clothing from his backpack into different drawers of one of the dressers. Whatever wasn't clothing in the pack he dumped on the dresser top to go through later.
Charles was hit hard in the chest, making him gasp for ear. He suddenly went lowed and uppercuts for her jaw.
(If these were real boys, they would probably be insulting each other more and/or fighting)
(No boy would say that. I'm going to be nitpicking like you guys. Enjoy!)
(He's not a boy...he's a man
)
(Doesn't act like one.)(He's not a boy...he's a man
(Are they not mean enough for you? XD Cause i can take it up a notch on Dimitri, if that's what you're wanting
)When the singing started, Zaine rolled his eyes. He was seriously rethinking how fortunate he was to be here. He made sure the door was locked before stepping into the narrow closet to change.
