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       ”Oh, yeah right. Sorry about that.” Again he manages to ask a stupid question. Fortunately Sai seemed like a very patient and relaxed person, hardly having realized he asked such a thing. “Well I have a lot of food at the moment but nothing really heavy. I can make a salad if you want that? That’s what I usually have.” In the mean time he brought him some water. 

He was a bit confused as to why Ken's face fell.  Sai didn't mean to make him feel bad, he was just stating the obvious.  He made a mental note to not mention the state of his home again.  The thought of a salad almost made the artists mouth water.  Being a vegetarian, it was hard to find someone who didn't automatically assume that was the case with him and offer him a deli sandwich or something.  It was a small notion like that, that perked up the artists rare smile."That sounds perfect, thank you."  

Ken's kindness continued on with offering to replace his wardrobe.  Sai was recently paid but most of it went towards bills and gas and he wasn't going to receive another paycheck for two weeks.  He simply refused to wait that long, wearing the same clothes over and over again.  ANd asking his parents for clothing was out of the question as well, seeing as he took with him to college all the clothes that fit him.  

Furthering the immense hospitality, the other boy offered up his spare supplies for him.  "Really," he started, "Thank you very much."  He was slowly realizing that Ken could have easily told him he had no room nor time to take someone in.  But, he didn't.  "You're a very kind person, Ken-san," the honorifics were a habit of his, "I promise I'll repay you for everything you're doing for me."  

       He nodded at the other’s repetition of his name, and grabbed another pillow for him so he could have two. Moving back to the closet he removed a comforter with a strange 80s looking pattern on it and spread it over the bed. “Alright then, if you need anything else just ask and I’m sure I have something I can use.”

Sai really began to notice the extent that his home was inhabited by vegetation.  Not that he found it annoying or distasteful, it actually gave the small apartment a good scent and a light atmosphere he only experienced when outside.  It didn't feel 'homey' but it certainly was miles above a dorm room.

"I think I understand what you mean.  I'm like that with my drawings and painting done by other artists."  His dark eyes were focused on how Ken showed affection to the ivy, almost like it were a pet that enjoyed attention.  It was a very gorgeous plant.  It sparked Sai's very easily excited muse to draw.  Perhaps once his roommate went to sleep, he'd sketch it out.  

So, that would explain the plants, definitely.  Foreign languages, too?  Sai wondered how many other languages he could speak, even a little, other than Japanese. But, he found it slightly amusing how they both had one major in something very concrete and practical and another main course of classes in something that was closer to liberal arts.  Sai's goal was to own his own art gallery but, what would a multilingual plant-expert do for a career?

       ”I am full time at the college.” He said walking back into the living room and beginning to unfold the bed from the couch. “I don’t have a job because all the financial aid I receive allows me to live comfortably without one.” Heading to a linen closet he removed a set of soft green bed sheets and began to make the bed. “I do a lot of studying, but I usually do it between the hours you work so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

This boy must really like green, Sai thought to himself as he idly watched his new roommate make his bed for him.  When he was done, he thanked him and sat on it, criss-crossing his legs in front of him.  He fought the urge to take out his sketch book and doodle as that was his method of coping with things he found uncomfortable or stressful.  His home, and everything inside has just been rendered useless after all.

       He blinked at the boy again, he was like a robot. Ken’s heart was racing at the thought of letting a stranger stay at his home, but then again this person had been living right next to him for such a long time now that if he was a psycho and wanted to kill him or something he would have done it already, or he would have seen him being weirder than he already was. All he had were a few things and the clothes on his back.

After taking his shoes off at the door, Sai walked through the other's space.  There certainly were a great deal of plants but none of them looked like herbs.  A hobby of his?  "Thank you very much," he said as he politely set his pillow on the couch and his toothbrush along with his toothpaste in the bathroom as it was shown to him.  

       A cooking accident? He must have really been careless to cause such a fire in his home. Questioning the other’s sanity as he watched him run back into a burning building for no known reason he simply sat himself on the grass and waited for everything to take care of itself. People came and went and once he was given the all clear he vanished into his home and began to air out the smokey smell. With another knock at his door he peeped through the hole to see Sai again.

Adjusting the pillow under his arm, he replied,  "I can't live in the dorms.  We obviously go to the same school so you're not a complete stranger.  Plus, I just introduced myself.  The person on the other side of me is a girl with a boyfriend."

       As if the blaring alarm wasn’t enough, there was a knock on Ken’s apartment door not long after the sound erupted. He could hardly hear it over the sound, however despite his constant avoiding of strangers at the door he answered it.

"Cooking accident," he said blatantly.  Hm.  He probably should have gotten his tooth brush and toothpaste.  After lightly setting his pillow, and art supplies on the grass in front of the complex, he dashed back into the blaze to grab what he wanted.  

Once back standing beside his neighbor, Sai lifted a shoulder to block a bit of the sirens that were quickly approaching.  Once all was said and done, everyone was back in their apartments, no other properties were damaged, and after the artist spoke to one of the firemen, he was told that the damage caused by both the flames and the hoses used to put it out, rendered his home unlivable and that he'd have to relocate.  For him, living in the dorms was completely out of the question.  Too many people, too many noises.  So, he knocked on the boy's door once again.