ma city⋯ |luhan+denìtr|
  “No hey, it’s fine really I was bored anyway. Not a whole lot entertainment in homework so the interruption was kind of welcome.” He would leave them undone altogether if it was possibility, but at the same the male was honestly trying to adapt to this setting and decision of own in pursuing the better things in life and uphold to it. It was a mild inconvenience no word had been given on appearance of assigned roommate, but he couldn’t care less now as the other didn’t seem to be the troublesome sort, for him at any rate. Denìtr feared he’d be the one stepping on toes and pushing boundaries, knowing himself.
  Despite uncaring of the mess himself, and initially indifferent mostly over how the other would perceive it, seeing Ren sit down in the middle of it all tugged on a slightly sheepish grimace, masked as a smile when he took steps forward and started gathering the scattered clothes to arms, few on the bed as well, now found new owner. He’s never been good with this whole flatmate business, especially in this close of quarters shared, but there was nothing to do about it. He doesn’t flush, not even close but the compliment sounds so eagerly honest warmth spreads from chest and up, appreciative grin flashed, “Not many would think so, thanks.” Not how the blond had, no, he’s learned to differentiate from flattery spoken with motive without true meaning behind words, or care for his person, said only to acquire most of services. Not to mention it’s fair recent he’s started going by real name again anyway in most situations. There were still those choice few who thought his name was Jinyoung, when that alias had died and been buried two years ago. “Well, I mean if you’re into that stuff? Don’t mind a bit roughhousing myself.” Grin morphs into pursed lips soon after he draws conclusion the inquiry and one following after had been serious. Oh god. He takes back this being easy sailing. Was the guy just innocent to a worrying degree or.. what else could it be? Messing with him? From the vibe he’s glimpsing at such was doubtful. “No.. I’m definitely not a vampire. Are you?”
  Slowly turning back to picking up belongings invading space of the new arrival to his small home he eyed the clearly man made bag – not the industrial kind but more remembrance of Kalryno where technology was a thing spoken of only in wonder and stories shared between those who had ventured into the world of men, face painted in mild curiosity. “How would I know? If it’s all you have and need then that’s great. I don’t have to move my shit around too much.” Soft laughter trailing after him as Denìtr moved to drop what had been picked up on own bed, the male flops back down next to them with little less concern for the state of the room, motioning for the other to do as he pleased. “Don’t let me stop you from unpacking.”













