((Re-read the above post as well as this one! I changed it as I hadn't realised she'd left the room! Sorry Empty! :3))<br/><br/>The peace of the building filled the room like liquid, it dulled the hum of conversation outside. The gentle murmur of staffing or occasional hiccuped outbursts of preteen squeaks, but above everything, arriving with the occasional cool/bordering on nippy, sea-scented breeze, was the hum of crickets, seagulls and distant traffic.<br/><br/>Nino closed his eyes and let the evening flood his senses.<br/><br/>He hadn't budged from his bed, adjusting only to cross his arms loosely behind his head and kick off his shoes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Phhfftt! Fucking back country faggot!'</span>somewhere in the back of his head he could still here his father spitting venom at him. These days he missed even that, the ghost of these insults playing across his features like he'd watched a wedding video or heard a fond, old lost joke. It transported him back to the old days. Fishing by the lake, commenting on the stars, getting shot down and laughed at...<br/><br/>Ahh. Childhood bliss!<br/><br/>What doesn't kill you only fuck's you up.<br/><br/>He heard the door click open and escaped the the gentle red glow behind his eyelids. Whatever tranquility he could scrape together in his head, ignoring the tin can beat of music pumped through headphones.<br/><br/>"Evening kiddo," he chirped.