((OOC: Cool tang :3 And I wouldn't worry too much! I'm not fussed about paragraph length etc etc. You do the best ya's can, who'd I be to ask for more? ;) ))<br/><br/>A long, weary sigh rattled up from Nino's lungs as his gaze fell on the kids boots. It was decidedly unimpressed.<br/><br/>"You wanna not do that, kid?" he scowled striding over and giving the side of his boots a sharp clip with the flat of his palm, aiming to sweep them off the quilt, "We gotta fucking tidy this room and guess what-- I ain't vacuuming up any shit you tread in,"<br/><br/>Not that it really bothered him too much. Nino just couldn't bare to stomach the company of a little hell raiser. Why? Because they played stupidly loud music, smoked too much, stole your food, gave you unnecessary anguish and liked to argue til the crows came home. Oh he remembered those times well....<br/><br/>There was a small snort of a chuckle and a grin as he retreated to his own cot, promptly collapsing amongst the starchy bedding, "Name's Nino by the way," he waved a hand nonchalantly in the kid's direction, "You smoke?"