Kail fixed his gaze on some unknown spot on the ceiling, intentionally ignoring Graeme. That is, until and unpleasant little feeling was felt on his tender skin, and then he suddenly became more upset than usual (if such a thing was possible).<br/><br/><b>"Hey!"  </b><br/><br/>As if Graeme was on another planet rather than just a few steps in front of him, Kail screamed bloody murder at the little tweak of his tender cheek.  He couldn't believe he had done that; not only was it a completely feminine attack, but it was also just flat out rude.  How dare he pinch his face?  It was totally uncalled for.<br/><br/><b>"What the fuck!  Come over here and start a fight like a man, you pussy!" </b><br/><br/>The brunette's brows were furrowed in an ugly scowl; he looked as though he could explode.  Luckily the youth refrained from punching his friend, but rather just pulled a cigarette from the little box in his pocket.  Graeme couldn't stand when he smoked inside.  Kail smirked inwardly; he could be so horribly childish.  He deliberately lit the end, and inhaled deeply from the little object, staring at Graeme from the corner of his eye.<br/><br/>Puffing away, he ignored Graeme's beckoning, as well as the new roommate's entry.  After a few moments, though, he did forfeit the juvenile dispute, and agreed to greet their new roommate.  Shrugging, he stuffed his free hand in his pocket, and nodded his head in a primitive gesture of welcoming.<br/><br/><b>"I'm Kail."</b>The words came out as though it pained the man to say them.