Rylie's eyes widened and she shot a look his direction in abject horror. She was NOT blushing. Nope. Not at all.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh... What have you done?</span><br/><br/>Emily, on the other hand, had gasped dramatically, then emitted a frightful sound that can only be described as a "squee." She was now in the middle of some mostly incoherent babble that seemed to consist largely of, "Omigodomigodomigod, etc."<br/><br/>"Nice going," Rylie hissed dryly at him, half referring to Emily and the other half to his brain lapse about the new student thing, "I hope you know she's gonna be like this all night now."<br/><br/>"Emily. Em. EM! Are you coming or not? Honestly... And cut that out; it's not that strange-- he is my neighbor, you know... Besides, non of it would have happened if YOU hadn't made me drink whatever that awful beverage was."<br/><br/>"Ohhh, you take the fun and romance out of everything, you overly-practical child, you!" Emily pouted, "And it was a Long Island Iced Tea... Maybe it would have been better to break you in slowly." She shook her head, blond curls bouncing with the movement, "But anyway. Kristopher with a K. Did she at least invite you in? I know how prickly Miss Rylie can be; I hope she wasn't rude," Emily asked with a wink.<br/><br/>Rylie shot Kratos a death glare,<span style="font-style: italic">Don't. You. Even.</span>