User:Exome

Slacker

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"So this is your room." he stated without reason.

"Yeah..." she replied without thinking.

The walls were a splash of brown hues resembling the texture of refined wood, giving the area the appearance of having been carved out. To the left of the doorway, there was a bed that had a wooden frame with white sheets and several white pillows, covered partially by a brown blanket. A simple four legged wooden table was at the far right corner of the room, empty except for an open sketchbook with a half finished sketch on the left page. In the far left corner sat a bookshelf filled with many books of various size and shapes. Near to it, was a chest that was closed.

"The bed is out of place in this neat room."

"Ah. S-sorry..." she said, flustered.

She began to smooth out the sheets, aligning the pillows against the wall and evening out the blanket.

"That was a joke."

"Ah..." she opened her mouth and closed it, extremely red in the face.

"What happened to miss little leader? Where has her confidence gone?"

"I-it's not... Anyway it's not like I have to be confident all the time right?!" she let out, before turning away.

Upon seeing his slightly surprised face though, she apologised meekly once more before becoming silent. Finding nothing to do, she sat down on her bed, looking as if she wanted to say something but was unable to.

"So what brings miss little leader to invite me to her room?" he asked.

"To tell you the truth..." she squirmed uneasily.

He sat down some distance away on the bed, though he could still feel her body heat at this distance. He waited patiently in the silence.

"I-I...."

She took a deep breathe.

"I like you."