#asksuperintendentart

Normal: I love you.

Skill blinks in surprise. He expects just another school day-- not else. So when his brother is there and suddenly out of the blue, proclaims such words, it takes a few moments for Skill to register the words.

When he does, his expression lights up and he smiles mischievously.

Skill yawned and sat up slowly. Had he fallen asleep while reading? A book lay on the floor messily. He winced. That was sure to leave behind a few bent pages. Skill reached down to pick up the book and place it neatly next to his pillow.

The hot chocolate was cold now. Well, it wasn't a tragedy. Skill pushed off the blankets (did he cover himself with those blankets?) and got up. He grabbed his mug and started to walk to the kitchen in order to reheat his drink.

Skill stopped. Did he leave Art's door open while cleaning the house yesterday? He couldn't remember. It didn't matter. He took a small detour to close Art's door, but to his surprise, it's occupant was present.

At one point, Skill simply tossed away the idea that he shared an apartment with anyone. Of course, he'd be regularly reminded by the closed white door across the hallway from his room that it wasn't actually the case. Art did live in this apartment too.

Except Art came home less often than a blue moon's occurrence. That could hardly constitute living here. Sometimes Skill would wonder what would happen to this place if he decided to leave or if he had simply not existed in the first place.

But when Skill did housework, he never failed to forget to clean Art's room, regardless of the fact that it was immaculately clean, save for the dust that built up. Or rather, it'd be more accurate to say that the room was quite barren and lacking in personality. If a stranger walked into this apartment and checked Art's room, it would look as if it were a guest room.

Skill wiped away the last layers of dust in Art's room and gathered the blankets in his arms. They were blankets best suited for the summer season-- thin and light. Terrible choice during winter, but it wasn't like anyone actually used the room and those types of blankets were easier to clean and carry around. He dumped the blankets next to the washing machine. He'd simply have to wait for the machine to finish washing all the dark colored clothes.

To pass time white he waited, Skill returned to the living room and lay down on the couch. There was a book he was eager to continue to read, called The Rithmatist. He could relate to Joel, the main character. Although, he thought, Art was more like Joel than he was. He cracked open the book and began to read, completely absorbed by the story. Skill completely forgot about washing the blankets.

{I don't want him to walk in front of another car T.T That isn't good at all. Though I suppose it does kind of make sense why he would want to.}