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Gods, he could practically taste the nerves rolling off of her. It made him vaguely uncomfortable, and something about that chaotic energy got under his skin and made him vibrate with restlessness. He usually was not very affected by other's auras or energies, however, which made this experience... odd. He couldn't tell if he was imagining things or if shit was just getting weird, and he shook it off with a slight inclination of his head to indicate she was welcome inside. "Uh, sure."
His room was neat, naturally. He didn't own very much, or really care for decorations -- the only decor he seemed to have were books. Lots and lots of books, stacked under his bed in orderly piles, on the shelves, on top of the desk, a handful on the night stand. It made the room smell like paper and dust, acutely like a library, really. They seemed to range on topics, generally centered around history, philosophy, classics, and fairytales. Really, the only person who knew about all of his damn books was Rad, and that was because she liked to "borrow" them. After the fourth theft, he'd started demanding she turn one in for each new one she took. He didn't mind if Suite saw them, though -- he trusted her.
"What's up?" he questioned after a bit, wanting this weird tension around her to go away.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]