While calculating equations and inputting values on his calculator, Kiyo kept his eye on Sherry. Itâs not that he didnât have trust in her, of course. After all theyâve been through with the whole mamodo battle business, thereâs no way he wouldnât trust her. But still. Kiyo couldnât help but feel there was something very dangerous about her presence, despite how she seemed to be so relaxed.
He didnât need to actually see which book she was reading to know which one it was. He immediately recognized it. âYou planning on staying the night, in that case? Itâs a very text-heavy book. I would know; Iâve read it from cover to cover three times.â
"Yes," she smiled dryly, "University-level textbooks on molecular biology tend not to have that many illustrations." Â She glanced down at the page. Â "Although they have their fair share of useless diagrams. Â Ce n'est pas necessaire. Â Really."
Despite the fact that her head was already settled into Kiyo's pillow--it smelled of him, something between laundry detergent and libraries and him--Sherry managed a casual hair flip, claiming more of his bed with her blond curls.
"So where do I stay...?"
