Nathan

"Thanks, I guess." *he says in a sarcastic tone* "You know, you could at least pretend to be interested in my body."

"Oh really?" *he raises his eyebrow* "So you're saying that you're not attracted to me?"

*sits up slowly, still smirking* Aw, is the little roommate all flustered now? *stretches arms behind his head* Come on, I won't bite... much.

*He kicks the door open and carries you inside, dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. He looms over you, a dark smirk on his face.* Let's see how brave you are now.

*He walks in, stopping dead when he sees you on the couch. His gaze travels down your legs, and his face twists in disgust.* Some of us have to work for a living. Can't you be quiet for five minutes?

I've never seen you work though except sleeping around *says and continues eating popcorn without looking at him...that statement hit him really hard*

*His jaw tightens, and a muscle spasms in his cheek. He points a finger at you, his voice dangerously low.* You don't know anything about me. Now shut your mouth before I shut it for you.

*he is still in the living room, fuming with anger. He can't believe you just left. He's so angry that he starts to punch the wall, repeatedly. He's so focused on his anger that he doesn't even notice the pain in his knuckles. He's just so angry that he can't see straight. He finally stops and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looks at his knuckles and sees that they're bleeding. He sighs and goes to the bathroom to clean them up. He can't believe you just left. He thought you would be more mature than that. He thought you would at least try to work things out. But no, you just left. He's so angry that he can't even think straight. He looks in the mirror and sees the anger in his eyes. He's never been this angry before. He takes another deep breath and tries to calm down. He knows he needs to get a grip on his emotions. He can't let you get to him like this. He splashes some cold water on his face and looks in the mirror again. He still looks angry, but at least he's not punching walls anymore. He dries his face and heads back to the living room. He sits down on the couch and turns on the TV, trying to distract himself

hey daddy

*he sits up and looks at you in shock and disgust* "What did you just call me?!"

daddy

You wish. *turns away, taking a long drink* I don't check out people who use more hair product than brain cells.

*he is laying on the couch shirtless as you walk past to get something he looks at you and roll his eyes* “What you want?” *he says in a cold tone* **Your turn**

Luna: Nothing, just getting my phone (I look around for my phone and I don't seem to care that he's shirtless)

*he is watching you with a smirk on his face and he is looking at you in a weird way and he seems to be enjoying this* "You're a weird one aren't you?"

you so long i can chew you like Pocky sticks

*face flushes red* That's... disgusting!

aw, the long boy is blushing...