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After a few hours of unsuccessfully trying to sleep, Kellen abandons the couch to which he was relocated (in deference to Ruckus' continuing convalescence) and takes instead to roaming the night-empty corridors of the school. He had stepped into the bedroom to let Leech know he was going, but seeing the pair of them peacefully drowsing peaked his irritation, and instead Kellen merely snagged a pack of cigarettes and his boots before leaving.

The first of the nightly dorm checks has passed, and the second is yet to come; therefore, the dorm halls are not entirely silent when he reaches them. Most of the students might be asleep, but pausing near Ness' door to listen assures Kellen that not all of them are. Smirking faintly at the completely unashamed noises carrying through the door, he keeps moving, lighting a cigarette along the way. Eventually he stops again outside another closed door, and though the room beyond is silent, there is a strip of dim light showing under the frame.

Without much consideration, Kellen pushes the door open, sticking his fuzzy head around it before entering fully. The smirk returns as he spots his 'lab partner' on his bed, looking half-asleep over a thick book, of which Kellen could probably only understand one word in ten. "Must be an exciting read." He enters the room uninvited, closing the door behind himself and crossing to the desk near Kyle's bed, hopping up to sit on the edge of it and looking expectantly at the other boy.

Date: 2012-11-05 06:10 pm (UTC)
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"Shrink wrap, or a version of it, wasn't invented til' six years later." He adds, despite the fact that it really doesn't matter, but he knows it, and all that information has to leak out sometime or the poor kid will explode. Or start making bombs. "Cause he did the same thing with dogs he poisoned, mass didn't change." He looks sort of upset, but also confused, like he's watching a plant that isn't growing fast enough, "Dogs can't donate their bodies to science."

Date: 2012-11-05 06:26 pm (UTC)
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Of course he knows that! From the first time he saw one of those easter baskets with the cellophane over the whole thing he had to know what the hell that was and how it worked. Kellen seems intent to prowl, and even before the invitation Kyle assumes he's going to be recruited. The fact that he's missing one of his socks makes for a mad scramble around the room to find it and his zipup hoodie. The sock is marking another book, but he removes it anyway and tugs on his untied shoes, hopping on one food after Kellen, hazel eyes wide and alert now, "Where we goin?"

Date: 2012-11-05 07:01 pm (UTC)
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Socks, shoes, and jacket in place, Kyle trots after Kellen like a corgi dog thats been promised a ride to the park, not really minding the blind trust that he probably shouldn't be using. "No, but... I've never been to elsewhere. So... that."

He knows Ness only through brief things. Mostly sounds. Occasionally see's half of him in passing through doorways. Ness is like the Roommate That Almost Was, and so far Kyle hasn't had much reason to further their acquaintance. Looks like that is all up in the air now.

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