[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/z3849gs.gif]] [center [font roman She wasn't wrong; it was [i his] problem, [i his] issue, but screw that. He didn't answer her, instead choosing to avert his gaze elsewhere, subtly scrunching his face up as the urge to bite back hit him and was suppressed at the same time, now that wouldn't be the best first impression in the world, or second impression, by now.
Her accent, though, almost made him look back. He felt somewhat stupid for not noticing it before, how [i European], how [i fancy], how almost [i pretentious] it was. It was nice, almost pretty. Compared to his own, thick and aggressive, from the bowels of New England itself, at least. Almost straight from a Bugsy Malone film.
When they spoke together from this point onwards, their accents would undoubtedly mix like oil and water; it was actually quite funny to think about. But the way things were going, this felt like their only in-depth interaction, until the moment they said their goodbyes and would only see each other if they did laundry at the same time. Even then, an offhand greeting and aloof goodbye would be their only exchange, maybe small talk, if they felt adventurous.
It pained him to think like that. He was aloof, a bit of megalomaniac, completely unadjusted to the world, but at the same time, way too adjusted, but Calvin craved [i someone], and whenever that [i someone] appeared, the moment was ruined because of him. Everything about him went quiet in that concise moment of thought; his face, his posture, even the air around him, almost too engrossed with himself before Marissa had spoken again, which jolted him straight back into reality. Fuck, the mind does wander.
[#C4788E [b "I'll go ahead and pretend that made any sense."]] It did, actually, but again, how could Calvin admit his wrongdoings. He took it as her believing in that stuff though, how could one not? If she were anyone else, he'd probably feel superior for not believing in such nonsense, but she wasn't someone else, she was [i Marissa], and somehow, that made her different.
Again, his thought process interrupted by both her and something in the background. God, hair-flipping really shouldn't be that hot. [i Quit thinking like that, creep.] He turned his attention to the almost fortuitous noise that echoed through the hall, but his facial expression merely looked bored, unbothered by the sound. He noticed Marissa's hesitation and held back a scoff. [#C4788E [b "Don't worry, it's just Timms from upstairs, probably."]] He casually assured her with a small semblance of a smirk, finding amusement in her unease.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/GM0Xdis.gif]] [#C4788E [b "You'll get to know 'im, trust me, be damned if you don't."]] But the noise kept going, Timms was usually in and out before Calvin could see him. The unease had hit him too, a cold chill running down his spine as the noise just wouldn't cease, but this was [i nothing], right? [#C4788E [b "But I- uh, guess we can check it out if you want."]] For her sake, duh, and to prove himself right, and her wrong. Or it was just a rat. Yeah, just a rat, maybe.