He watched the cracks in the ceiling as listened curiously to his riled up little roomy, tracing the suspiciously pencil shaped holes like you would star constellations and thinking all the while. Cogs turned at a considerable speed somewhere behind those pastel blues and after a moment a crooked grin split across Nino's lips, "Well you should quit being a kid then, shouldn't you kid?"<br/><br/>Hand groping blindly about the bed like a beached fish, the teen fumbled about until his fingers met something throw-able. In this house it wasn't so much the tenants or the teachers that ruled the boys, no, it was pretty much everything else. Hormones, hunger and above all else, sheer untampered-with, off the bone-idle laziness.<br/><br/>A balled pair of socks went flying in the direction of the Cain's smoky voice.<br/><br/>There was something missing... a disappointing absence of hollering or satisfying<span style="font-style: italic">'thwucks'</span>like pair of socks travelling at force should make when they hit home. Nino swung himself upwards to investigate.<br/><br/>"I'm guessing you ain't bored or stressed yet, eh boy?" he sighed, seemingly undeterred by the lack of new kid in his room and rummaged through the pocket of his grubby blazer, coming back with a proud pack of tobacco and rolling papers, damp and wrinkled in one corner like a prize from a hook-a-duck contest, "Shit me, if this is you nice I'd hate to see you smoking!"<br/><br/>He split the goods across the bedside table, practicing the fine art of rolling, tracing where Cain had paced the length of the room from the corner of one beady eye with the same half-arsed curiosity you'd catch in a house cat.<br/><br/>Nino sparked up. House rules were set against his habit like a brick wall, lectures providing the cement between, but that didn't mean a room couldn't be aired out before morning...<br/><br/>He... he was an odd one. That Cain. There was no denying that. Best thing was the princess was already fun to tease. Hadn't been here five minutes and he'd already snapped back. Gotta fuckin' love that!<br/><br/>"Drama-rama," a deep, half-chuckled purr rolled out from between his lips amongst the smoke. He fell back in bed, black hair, typical of his Italian blood, panning out across the pillow.<br/><br/>Cain.<br/><br/>Fucking hell! What a kid!