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"Ah, shit."

Nightowl bangs his fist on the door and you scowl. "That's not going to help anything."

"I know, I knowwwww." He groans and turns to face you. "When did they say they'd get here?"

"Thirty minutes? I think?"

"Well. I guess it could be worse." He settles cross-legged on the floor and leans up against the cool metal wall. "Come on. Sit."

No. This could not be worse. You? Trapped in an enclosed space with your neighbor crush?

This is a nightmare.

"Sit? That carpet is disgusting."

He shrugs with a yawn. "Suit yourself." God. Why is that yawn cute?

You two are quiet for a couple minutes, idly checking your phones or staring at the strange carpet patterns that you aren't sure are intentional or accidents along the way. It's sort of disgusting, but... fascinating as well.

You can't help it, though -- you keep sneaking glances at Owl. He's got a loose tank-top on, and some stupidly comfortable looking sweatpants. And flip flops? Isn't it winter?

"Where were you going like that?" The words slip out before you can stop them and Nightowl blinks at you.

"Like what?"

"Er, well, you know..." you gesture to his outfit and he looks down then back at you.

"I'm dressed!!!!!!"

"Barely!!!"

"Barely??" He scoffs with a laugh. "Cutie, this is more than what I wear on the daily. This is dressed for me."

He stares at you as he says that -- why? What? He cocks his head to the side and you shrink back a bit on instinct.

"Stop looking at me."

"Are you blushing? Why are you blushing??"

He studies you as he stands and you can't help but stammer what's surely nonsense to his ears. He ignores it, stepping over 'til he's just a breath away and leaning against the wall.

"Why are you always staring at me, hm?"

"H-huh?" Your brain short-circuits. Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck me!!

"I see it. Every time." He winks and crosses his arms. "Any reason you'd need to study me so much?"

"No! I mean. I don't. I don't stare." You choke out the words and he grins.