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Jackie: Being the first day of classes, Tim isn't nearly as tired as he would've thought; he's struggled with sleep since his accident with Mike, but new classes create new stimulation for him. After a brief pause in his dorm to grab his guitar, Tim then relocates himself to the music room well before the start of class, just so he can get an ideal spot that works well with being left handed. Taking a seat, he immediately snaps his guitar case open, smiling a little bit for the instrument he unearths.


Jay: Kellen arrives in the room for guitar class (which is also the room in which the drama class meets, and therefore has a small stage and backstage area in it) unsurprisingly in company with Jesse. He was quite thrilled when Jesse told him that he'd been bumped up to the advanced guitar class. There are ten chairs arranged in a semi-circle in the center of the room, most of which are unoccupied, but Kellen grins in greeting to Tim while he circles around said chairs to take his own acoustic guitar from where it's resting against an amp. He then heads back, taking one of the seats near Tim, though leaving a seat between them - for Jesse.


Jackie: Plucking his guitar from the case and situating it in his lap, Tim sighs a bit for the familiar weight of it in his lap; he hasn't touched it in a while due to the hecticness of a new semester. Looking up as others start piling into the room, Tim nods at Kellen and scoots a bit in his chair to make room, only noticing Jesse when Kellen diverts to grab his own guitar. Before he can question, Jesse beams all brilliantly, "Mr. Leech bumped me up!" Which of course makes Tim genuinely smile. Leaning forward a bit to look at Kellen, Tim pipes up in an amused voice. "See? Attached at the hip."


Jay: Kellen grins at Tim as he sits down, for the time being keeping his own instrument upright between his knees. "There are worse places to be attached. Like that dude in England who had a second face on the back of his head." He says this thoughtlessly, because surely everyone's heard of that guy and knows just what Kellen means. He leans back in his seat comfortably as the other students start to come in one by one.


Jay: Mike ambles in nearly last; thankfully, it isn't a big class. Spotting Tim and their dorm mates, he heads for them immediately, taking the seat on Tim's other side and swinging his guitar in its soft case down from his shoulder, but not getting it out just yet. "That anger-management class is a piece of shit." And then he seems to notice that Jesse is there, or more accurately, that Jesse is there when he shouldn't be. "Thought you were in the other class, Jesse?"


Jackie: Tim smiles to show his playfulness, but in truth he does feel that small tinge of jealousy deep in his gut. He hasn't seen Jesse befriend someone so quickly and all encompassing before, and before Tim can contemplate it further, Jesse is settling into his seat, talking with all of his exhuberance. "I've heard about that guy! Didn't the...err, evil side of his head, like, say horrible things to him at night? That sounds awful."


Jackie: Putting his own guitar down on the ground, he works to unzip the cover from around it, therefore not noticing Mike as he takes a seat. He looks up from what he's doing when Mike addresses him, and he smiles (go figure) at him. "I was! And then I got bumped up. Now I get to play with the big guns." And to emphasize his point, he waggles his eyebrows at both Michael and Tim.


Jay: Kellen nods agreeably for Jesse's words, while Mike - having missed the start of the conversation - looks at the pair of them like they should be wearing straightjackets, or at least tin foil hats. Which is how he usually looks at them. Kellen doesn't notice. "Yeah, that dude. He was a lord or something. He hung himself. " And at that, Mike just can't contain himself. "What the hell is it with you and suicides? Is it some sort of fetish or what?" And now Kellen's looking at Mike like he's the one that should be wearing the tin foil hat.


Jackie: "Can't say I blame him." This is said by Tim, who is busying himself with tuning his guitar while the conversation swirls around him. It's not meant to come across as sincere, but it kind of does-- enough that Jesse nudges over at Tim. "C'mon, Pookie. Stop that." Which earns a little whine from Tim and a roll of the eyes, because god damnit that nickname. Jesse just beams a little more and then turns more towards Kellen, hushing his voice as he starts talking about their ghost findings. "Maybe the guy who killed himself in the bell tower had a double face!"


Jay: Giving up completely on the Snuff Twins, Michael instead slides his gaze to Tim, a smile hiding in the corners of his eyes. "Yeah, kitten, cut it out." The mild words have a strangely sympathetic, but amused, undertone. Kellen is oblivious to this byplay, grinning slightly at Jesse. "I dunno. I think being a priest would be just as bad as a double face." While they're talking, the last of the class has trickled in - eight of them now sitting in the circle of chairs, though none of the rest are as voluble as their own small group. Overhead, the loudspeakers sound the bell for classes to start, and Kellen peers around the room in search of their instructor, to no avail.


Jackie: Tim glances over at Mike for that, giving him a little look that probably isn't as annoyed as it would have been a week ago. Shaking and then lowering his head, Tim starts softly picking at his guitar's strings. "No, you stop it." It's said playfully, enough to where Tim forms a little smile without looking back at Michael.


Jackie: Jesse, now turned more fully to Kellen, nods his head in agreement, finally getting his guitar into his lap, but not really doing anything with it besides that. "That's true. I can't wait for the weekend. We gotta go out at night again, scope it out more." Glancing up at that bell, Jesse tries to locate Leech but has no luck-- meanwhile, Tim doesn't pay any attention to the lack of instructor. If two years here have taught him anything, it's that Leech is never on time and really doesn't give a fuck about it.


Jay: Michael likewise grins to himself, responding in the tone of a bickering toddler. "No, you stop it." But then he goes quiet, because Leech does show up, and however small the dude might be, he's got the sort of presence that's instantly obvious when he walks into a room. Kellen, too, goes quiet, sitting up a little and drawing the neck of his guitar closer.


Jay: Leech heads straight for the back corner where the small class is gathered, looking them over slowly as he comes, perhaps mentally checking the role. Once he's in front of them all, he stops, and breaks the unnerving staring a moment later. He reaches over to hook a foot around one of the legs on the piano bench, drawing it away from the upright piano and to the center of their little cabal so he can sit down, crossing his legs indian-style. Propping his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, he presses the points of his steepled index fingers against his lower lip as he looks each boy over again, slowly, before picking one at - apparently - random, pointing to a kid with bleach-blond hair and queerly close-set eyes.. "You. Lovato. Play."


Jackie: Tim actually lets out a little laugh for that, shaking his head but not responding otherwise. Glancing up, he notices Leech entering the room and he stills his own fingers, instead leaning back in his seat and flattening the guitar in his lap.


Jackie: As Leech enters the room, Jesse immediately shuts up and sits up a little straighter, knowing from his prior class that Leech isn't like the rest of the teachers. Squirming a little bit in his seat, he watches as Leech points to someone else and exhales in relief, leaning forward to look past Kellen and at that blonde boy.


Jackie: Tony, not even prepared with his guitar in his lap, looks flustered, but immediately grabs his bright pink guitar. Fixing it in his grasp, he nods a little at Leech, knowing from last year that any questions will only result in more trouble from his instructor. Testing out a few chords, he begins to strum his guitar. "All these games you play, you're messin' with my head..." a little glance towards Tim, and then in a higher pitch, "Messin' with my head..."


Jay: When Lovato abides by Leech's command, Leech narrows his eyes, focusing more on the fingers on the fretboard than on the kid's face (as would anyone). He shows nothing of what he thinks of the kid's playing, but once the singing starts, Leech's mouth twitches - something like a brief sneer. "Don't sing." His eyes flick briefly towards Lovato's face, looking disgruntled to even have to do so, before looking back to his fingers. After about half a minute, Leech sits back some. "Stop. Fine."


Jay: Michael doesn't know Leech from previous classes, or from anything but the first night he got in trouble, but that little is enough to make him aware that this class probably won't be the most relaxed jam session ever. He tilts his head to the side to watch Lovato play, the kid sitting right next to him, cocking an eyebrow for the lyrics and the glance toward Tim.


Jay: Kellen, meanwhile, only gives the kid playing a very cursory look before watching Leech, instead.


Jackie: Tim can only blink blink for that and again shakes his head, lowering his gaze to his own fingers as he fiddles them across the fretboard without actually playing. It was bad enough that the kid wrote him letters all throughout last semester-- but now that they're sharing another class, Tim may consider dropping it.


Jackie: Tony, a little flustered for Leech's words, only nods a bit and then continues playing-- albeit horribly-- and taps his foot along for a beat that he struggles to maintain. Jesse watches the kid struggle with a little bit of a frown, mostly because he fears his own playing, but also because. why the fuck did he look at Tim like that?


Jackie: Eventually, Leech cuts Tony off, and he immediately stops his playing, looking at Leech with wide eyes that, if they could speak, probably would say "Please, don't kill me."


Jay: A plea that Leech would most likely ignore without mercy. He returns to his perusal of the students, noticing to himself with amusement the expressions of controlled terror - until he comes to one that isn't at all terrified, but rather amused, in a secretive kind of way. Leech narrows his eyes with what would look, to anyone else, like utter malevolence, clenching his teeth together momentarily before speaking. "White. Play."


Jay: And unlike Lovato, Kellen doesn't appear the least bit unprepared or alarmed, or even a little self-conscious. He pulls the guitar from between his legs to rest across his lap instead, and after a very short moment of thought, starts on a slowish rhythm, typically rock and roll and pretty unremarkable, but with little flourishes every now and then that might be recognizable to anyone who listens to X.


Jackie: Once the focus is off of him, Tony exhales in relief and turns his guitar back down towards the ground, shifting a little bit to watch the next victim take the stage. Probably somewhere in his mind, he totally rocked his performance, and has a smug look on his face when Tim looks at him and then shakes his head.


Jackie: Jesse, smiling a bit now that Kellen was chosen, scoots a little in his chair to give his room mate more room to play, and then perks up a little bit as he starts to do so. Eventually, that little smile turns into a big one, and he glances at Leech to see his reaction before focusing back on those fingers moving across the fretboard.


Jay: Leech manages to keep himself pretty unresponsive - the general state of being for a Leech, but more difficult to maintain at the moment. Especially when he recognizes the song, The World's A Mess It's In My Kiss, a song Kellen probably never heard before moving in with him. But he lets him continue playing, for maybe a little longer than Tony, before giving a brief nod. "Good." And Kellen stops on cue, looking at Leech with a look of innocuous curiosity, but Leech has already looked away, scanning his victims again.


Jay: And (since there's really no point in going into the details of Mike sitting and watching), Leech eventually locks onto Tim's gaze, not bothering to say his name, but just nodding at him to go ahead.


Jackie: Once Kellen is done playing, Jesse nudges out a foot to collide with one of Kellen's, getting his attention so that he can smile outright at him. When Leech doesn't verbally address the next player, Jesse looks over at the instructor, then follows his line of vision to the body next to his. Turning a bit, he then focuses back on Tim, who is readjusting the guitar so as not to hit Jesse's shoulder.


Jackie: A few chairs down, Tony clears his throat a little, then crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for Tim to play. Tim pointedly ignores that and starts his song, a rendition of Dylan's "Farewell Angelina".


Jay: Kellen grins in return to Jesse, briefly. And Leech takes the opportunity of watching Tim to watch Tim, and to relax a little bit. There's maybe even the slightest hint of a smile in the way his mouth tucks back at the corner, for the song or its player, but you'd probably have to have a microscope to make sure it's a smile. Eventually, Leech sighs quietly - not sounding displeased - and moves on. "Fine. Ness?"


Jay: Mike, who was watching Tim with a more obvious smile, switches his gaze abruptly to Leech and just nods, unzipping his gig bag and unearthing the appropriately beat-up acoustic from inside. He didn't check the tuning, but figures it's still fine from last night, and the single first note assures him that it is. There's another quick look at Tim, and it's overtly, slavishly, fucking comically adoring, with big puppy-dog eyes and a pout, presumably a mockery of Tony's earlier look, before he strums the next chord and moves into the careful pick-and-strum of what is instantly recognizable as "Angie" by the Stones, and well-done at that.


Jackie: Focusing in on his guitar, Tim allows for his shoulders to slump and his muscles untense as he plays his song, looking perfectly absorbed in his own little world. When Leech interrupts, Tim casually ends the song (a bit more familiar with his teaching style than the rest) and then rests his palm against the fretboard to hault the vibrating strings. When Mike is addressed, Tim sits back a little, actually giving him his attention (unlike Mr. Lovato), and does his very best not to ruffle at Michael's look towards him. On the other side of Michael, Tony tightens his arms across his chest and seeeeeeethes.


Jay: Leech narrows his eyes to watch Ness' fingers on the fretboard, not totally missing the byplay between Ness, Tim, and Lovato, but ignoring it for the time being. He lets Mike continue a while, long enough that Mike starts humming in place of the lyrics, though it's very, very quiet, probably only audible to his nearest neighbors (being Tim and Lovato, fittingly), and as Leech continues to watch he starts gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He tilts his head from one side to the other, exhales loudly through his nose with some irritation, because the annoying, untrustworthy, skeevy little fucker is good, dammit, and that annoys Leech for whatever reason. But he lets Ness continue playing for nearly a full minute before he leans slightly back and dances his thin fingertips over the appropriate keys on the piano, in the right place and along with the song Ness is playing, which startles Ness enough to make him look up, but not enough to stop playing. So Leech nods at him, clearly satisfied and not at all pleased about being satisfied, and Mike ceases playing.


Jackie: Jesse watches Michael expectantly, kind of already figuring that he was going to be good because any spare minute they have in their dorms, Mike is almost always strumming away on his guitar.


Jackie: Bringing his guitar closer to his chest, Tim gets a little more comfortable in his seat as Michael begins to play, recognizing the song immediately and smiling a little in his eyes. He moves his eyes to Michael's fingers as he plays, waits for the other boy to divert his attention before chancing a glance to his face and watching as he focuses on the song. He notices how Leech doesn't interrupt him, but certainly doesn't complain-- instead, he lifts his head up a little and peers around the room, watches as everyone else is glued to Mike's playing up until the point it stops.


Jay: Sitting back up and away from the piano, Leech resumes his previous position, glancing between the three boys who haven't yet played before focusing on one, a semi-chubby emo-looking kid sitting on Lovato's other side. "Play, Stephens." The kid's fingers clench around the new of his very shiny guitar, and his eyes widen in panic. Admittedly, it would be hard to follow Mike, so Leech gives him a couple of seconds to orient himself. But when the kid remains frozen, he twists his head to the side, eyes narrowing again, looking like a slightly hungry velociraptor. This has the marked affect of making the kid squeak, his eyes darting around at his classmates like he's looking for salvation, and he finally stammers. "I...I d-don't know what..." And Leech just snorts and makes a quick, dismissive motion with his hand. "Then leave." And this the kid does, promptly, skittering away like he's just got a reprieve from execution.


Jay: Kellen rolls his eyes at this, more for Leech than for the poor kid he's harassing, and glances at Jesse to share his amusement. Leech notices the slight movement of Kellen's head from the corner of his eye, and follows his gaze, seeming again to relax a little. "Michaels. Play something." He sounds more mild now; even if Jesse's playing isn't exactly up to par with a few of the kids in this class, Leech has no doubt of his enthusiasm, and is pretty certain the boy will catch up quickly.


Jackie: Jesse watches this exchange with absolute horror-- his prior class was much more forgiving than this, but Kellen's amusement helps to settle his nerves, if even a little bit. When he hears his named called out from the Leech, he straightens up a little bit and glances at his instructor, eyes a little fearful but not nearly as bad as the Stephens kid. Nodding a little bit, he looks over at Tim-- who offers him a little nod of encouragement, and then he looks at the guitar like it'll just do it on its own. However, that doesn't work, so instead Jesse starts plucking out the chords to Rudie Can't Fail.


Jay: Again, Leech drops and narrows his gaze to watch Jesse's fingers on the frets, looking thoughtful more than analytical. Probably he'd be inclined to go easier on this kid for being Kellen's friend, if nothing else, but even Leech couldn't deny that Jesse seems to be hard to dislike. He does notice, in his peripheral vision, that Kellen starts grinning when he recognizes the song, so Leech shoots him a quick, hard look, because he just knows that Kellen will start singing if he doesn't. For the attention, Kellen's grin widens into something more feral, but he refrains from singing. Leech looks back to Jesse and allows him to continue for a moment or two, then nods acceptance. "'s fine."


Jay: And so Kellen rolls his head around to look at the kid on his other side, the only one not addressed so far, a tall, lanky sort of kid, with a peculiar sort of expression and a hairstyle somewhere between mohawk and mullet. And Mike leans out to look at him as well, because he's probably been restraining himself from staring at the creep in confusion and revulsion for the majority of the class period. And Leech finally looks at him, as well, and the kid looks back without any sign of changing expression, until Leech waves a hand in a sort of 'go on' motion.


Jackie: Once he establishes his rhythm, Jesse quirks his mouth into a little bit of a smile, proud of what he's hearing despite the few fuck ups he has in the verse. Meanwhile, Tim keeps his eyes on Jesse's face-- already knowing the song to heart, he doesn't need to watch the fretboard, and instead gets his satisfaction from the way Jesse looks like he's enjoying himself. Jesse would be lying if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit relieved when Leech moves along to the next person, and when he lifts his eyes, he connects them with Kellen's with nothing more than unfiltered joy.


Jay: When the creepy kid on his right doesn't immediately start doing something, Kellen notices Jesse's face turned towards him and looks back. The obvious exuberance and pleasure in his expression is enough to make Kellen grin, but he's grinning in congratulations, too, and gives him a double thumbs up.


Jay: Leech keeps staring expectantly, until the kid's spidery fingers tighten on the strings and he plays a quick progression of six emphatic, staccato notes - a very quick progression, though after a split-second pause, he goes on into the regular riff, and it's even faster, and immediately recognizable (to Leech, if no one else), though it sounds odd as hell acoustic and lacking a double bass pedal to back it up. There's a second where one can see Leech's eyes widen in horror before he brings both hands up to cover his face, and when that isn't enough, he turns to the side to face away from the entire class. Unaffected, the kid thunders on, not missing a single note though he never looks at the fretboard.


Jackie: Oh, Jesse just keeps up that sunshine and happiness well after that weird lanky kid starts playing, and once he does...well, Jesse just kind of looks at him in confusion because not only did he never notice him until just now, he's pretty sure the kid may have crawled out from under the sewer.


Jackie: On the other hand, Tim shifts more in his seat, actually turning around a little bit to look at the person playing, tilting his head as he tries to piece the music, but not having any luck. He certainly doesn't miss the way Leech reacts, and in doing so raises his eyebrows at the guitarist in mild curiosity.


Jay: Once Leech has himself under some semblance of control, he uncovers his face and slowly turns around again, but as soon as he spots the current performer, he has to bite his lower lip nearly hard enough to pierce the skin. Kellen looks from Jesse to the kid, back to Jesse, then at Leech, bewildered as all hell; meanwhile Mike can only stare in an increasing sort of morbid awe. Leech swallows once, hard, then finally breaks out: "Dammit, Justin! You can't fucking play God Hates Us All in a fucking Catholic school!" Justin does stop playing, but squints at Leech like he doesn't quite take his point. He doesn't speak, but it's obvious he's thinking, why not?


Jackie: Jesse just continues on, looking confused as all hell even after Leech's outburst. However, Tim actually breaks for that and immediately begins to laugh, trying to hide it into his own shoulder. Not only was the song choice hysterical, but watching Leech break down is enough to get Tim even more amused-- enough that he can't really stop himself from laughing, even if no one else is.


Jay: So Leech closes his eyes momentarily like he's trying for patience, but when he talks again, it's obvious he's not affronted so much as having a really hard time not laughing, too, enunciating very carefully. "There is a reason, that Slayer never recorded an acoustic album." And Justin groans, and drops his head back on his neck, talking to the ceiling in a deadened voice. "Fine, if you wanna be boring..." He instead plays Greensleeves expertly, with fancy flourishes and all, if about twice the tempo it's meant to be played. Kellen just blinks a few times, and then cracks the fuck up, joining Tim's laughter with his own, loud and infectious.


Jackie: Tim just keeps laughing and laughing, remembering this Justin kid from his literature class the year prior and how he always found a hysterically horrible way to recite the Keats poetry they spent a semester studying. This all just adds up even more for Tim, and he really can't stop laughing, or at bare minimum snickering into his shoulder, only lifting his face into view when he's subsided his amusement to a few little chirps. Jesse, caught between the two laughing idiots, kind of giggles because he's a little confused, and then looks around for any sort of clarification that he probably won't get.


Jay: Leech waves a hand almost frantically to get Justin's attention and make him stop, because he's as yet chewing on his tongue too intently to speak. Kellen's and Lint's laughter doesn't help his own composure at all, and he quite pointedly keeps himself from looking in their direction. Finally, he manages in a strangled voice: "That's...just stop, Justin." And so Justin does, dropping his head back to its normal position and giving Leech a peculiar little smile that makes the man choke some. That apparently breaks through the last of Mike's trance, and he snorts some laughter of his own. "Well done, dude."


Jackie: Still chirping a little in amusement, Tim shakes his head as if that action alone will wipe his memory clean of what just happened. Jesse peers over at Justin in something not too far off from horror, and then leans to the side to whisper into Kellen's ear. "...should we invite him out on our ghost hunting trips? We may attract spirits, ya know."


Jay: Kellen's laughter has barely abated at all, but Jesse's suggestion - especially since he seems to really mean it - makes him double over, sets him off all over again. Justin looks at Mike for his interjection and just nods in mild appreciation, patronizingly. And Leech stands up from his piano bench abruptly, pacing away, because this fucking class is going to be the death of him. He makes a wide circuit of the room and returns in better order. "White, shut the fuck up!" Kellen looks up from his crouched position and at least pretends to be intimidated, pressing the back of a hand to his mouth and swallowing his laughter enough for Leech to continue, speaking to the entire group now. "Arrite, so. You can all play, at least passably. This isn't gonna be one'a those classes where you all sit around playin' follow the leader; it'll be more about guidance. Halfway through the semester, each of you is gunna be performing a song for the rest of the school in one'a those bullshit assembly things the headmaster insists on. Now is a good time to start thinking about what you wanna play." He looks quickly to Justin. "Choose a song carefully. Somethin' maybe more difficult than what you do now, but not too much of a stretch, 'cause you only got a couple months to get it down." He looks at each of them in turn to make sure they're paying attention, and nods once when he's satisfied that they are. "Now get the fuck away from me." And that said, Leech turns and paces towards the back of the room, disappearing around the back of the stage. Probably to laugh to himself for a long time.


Jackie: As soon as Kellen starts laughing again, Jesse cracks up as well, leaning into the other boy as he cradles the guitar to his tummy and laughs hysterically. He keeps on going until Leech scolds at them, and perhaps feeling less fear for Leech because Kellen displays none, Jesse doesn't nearly cry for the instructor's words. Sitting back up right, Jesse pays specific attention to Leech's words, mostly because he doesn't want to fail the class and he wants to prove to Leech that bumping him up was the right idea.


Jackie: As for Tim, he can only give a little half smile for Leech's teaching style, since it's the same style he tends to carry with him anywhere he goes. After the instructions are set, Tim reaches for his case to put away his beloved, cracking another smile when he watches Justin do the same. He's doomed this semester-- can't even look at the kid without laughing.


Jay: Kellen tracks Leech's progress away with his eyes, still grinning somewhat, and shakes his head when the man disappears. "This place is a fucking nuthouse." Ness, with everything packed away, stands up and swings that case over his shoulder again. "That's putting it pretty mildly, Kellen." He eyes Justin, who's already leaving the classroom, apparently unaffected by the entire fiasco. Since this is the last class of the day, Mike doesn't immediately head out, instead looking back to Tim. "There a break or something, or do we have to go to goddamn prayer group right away?"


Jackie: As soon as that guitar is packed away, Tim grabs at the handle and stands up, rolling his shoulder a bit to accommodate for the weight of it. Looking at Mike, then glancing at the clock, he shakes his head a bit. "Well, Leech cut class a little earlier, and prayer group isn't until right before dinner. We've got some time." Which comes across as a relief to Tim, and he peers behind him to look at Kellen and Jesse. "What're you two up to now?" Because he totally just lumps them together, at this point.


Jackie: Sliding his guitar into its case, Jesse looks up at Tim, the amusement for the day still apparent on his face before shrugging loosely. "Weed, prayer, food?" And then he looks at Kellen, as if for approval.


Jay: Kellen's a little slower in gathering his things together, probably waiting for the rest of them to leave, but he isn't obvious about it at all. Catching Tim's, and then Jesse's questions, he looks at them both, then up at the clock on the wall. "Ahh, I'll have to catch up with you guys later, actually. Probably before prayer." He nods, reassuringly, but doesn't quite look at anyone for very long as he stands, his preparations suddenly and abruptly complete. Giving Jesse in particular a quick grin, he adds: "Don't smoke everything up without me." And then is out the nearby door before anyone can question him.


Jackie: Jesse can't really help the way his face falls for Kellen's response, but he's gotten used to the other boy's disappearing acts by now. Smiling some for that suggestion, Jesse rolls his eyes foolishly, reaches out to ruffle his hair before he's out of reach. Looking back at Tim, Jesse gets to his feet and straps his guitar across his chest before swinging it into position to rest against his back. "I've got half a joint in my room that has our name on it." It's said mostly as a joke, since Tim doesn't really smoke, but Jesse is sure to offer that glance to Mike to ensure him that he's included in this, as well.


Jay: Mike watches Kellen leave, abstracted: he's used to the disappearances, too, but doesn't accept them so complacently. There has to be a reason he does this all the time. Noticing Jesse making it a point to include him, Mike gives the younger boy a distracted smile, glancing at the door Kellen went through one more time as he heads with Jesse and Tim for the opposite door. "Illicit sex. There's gotta be a way he gets all those drugs." He sounds half-joking, but he does wonder.


Jackie: Heading towards the door, Tim waits for Mike and Jesse to follow before making his way towards their dorm room. Jesse, a little flustered for Mike's statement, gives him a little shocked look and then shoves at his shoulder playfully, all while following behind Tim. "Oh, come on! If anyone was having illicit sex, it'd be you!"


Jay: Michael just snorts dismissively at Jesse's words, and is hardly affected by the little shove. "Well, of course I am. Doesn't mean no one else can be doin' it, too." He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly for Jesse's naivete, and who can even tell if that was a joke. Pulling the stairwell door open, he waves both Jesse and Tim through ahead of him, then follows them up to their connected dorms.